Ten years ago, Ivy's POV. Place: School

I really don't really have a ハート, 心 for most boy's. My dad isn't the saint I thought of him to be five years ago, and most of the guys at my schoolare jerks. I don't think they know I'm not the ordinary girl they would see everyday. I walked to my locker. We have lockers on fourth and fifth grade to practice for middle and high school, and we also change for subject. My locker is stuck between two trouble-making boys. Both dispize me want to make my life mizreble. My best friend, Bella, had just moved, so I had no one to back me up. I put in my combilation, and opened my locker. I tossed in my books, and grabbed my small purse. It was the end of the day, and everyone was in the front lawn. I walked outside, and a football rolled to my feet. A guy groaned. "Just kick it back to me, cause I know girls don't know how to throw a football properly," he said.
I raised my eyebrows. "You wanna bet?" I asked, picking up the ball.
"Sure, whats the bet?" He asked.
"Well, I'll bet all the money in my purse, which is about 150$ Your bet?" I asked.
"I have the same amount in my pocket," he agreed. I smirked. I threw the ball in a perfect spiral, hitting him square in the chest. He fell.
I hovered above him. "Watch what あなた say, especially to me, because they can prove あなた wrong in an instant," I said. He handed me the money, got up and dusted him self off.
"Nice spiral. あなた play?" He asked.
"A little, I mostly snowborad," I replied.
"Really?" He asked, looking suprised. "The snow boarding competition is coming here in 7 years.," he snapped. "Ok, so if I win, あなた have to キッス me right here," he bet, pointing to his cheek. "And if あなた win... what will be your bet?" He asked
I thought for a moment.
"You have to take me to the most haunted place in Pennsilylvania. And I know I'm going to win, so deal," I replied.
He chuckled. "I bet あなた can't win, または even remember that it's coming in 7 years."

7 Years Later. Ivy's POV. Place: Pocono Mountion Tops

The ride up in the car was a little bumpy, but to be at the mountion tops where the air was thin and untouched, where I could feel the cold, soft snow brushing my cheeks. Where the snow made a thick, white, blanket There was no traffic that cloged the air with gas, and no loud shouts, for now at least. I heard soft footsteps. I whirled around, to see my 4th grade nemises. "Christopher," I hissed.
"I see あなた did remember," He replied.
"You still remember the bet?" I asked.
"Yea," He replied. I nodded.
About 6 hours later, after freezing, and thawing, and freezing an thawing, the compoitsion started. "READY?! SET?! GO!" Shouted the announcer, and we were off, all 21 competitors, leaving the cheering crowd in the dust. Six ramps 15 opsticals, and three flags, I can do this. I made my way past 2 of the ramps, two of the flags, and 7 of the opsticals. I was in first place, and nearing the finnish line. I passed the 4 ramps, 8 obsticals, and the last flag, making it to the finnish line in record time, 15 miniutes. After waiting about ten miniutes, Christopher crossed the finnish. He モペット, 原付け when he saw me. I walked over to him, board in hand. I set down my board. "The deal is off, I'm not up for the trip, but," I paused. I punched him in the gut and tripped him, "Thats for under estimating me," I picked up my board and dropped it of Christophers already brused stomach. "That's just cause I hate you," I added. I grabbed my trophy and got in my moms car and drove off.