You listen for your chance to win, though it seems to be a long time in coming. At six thirty, you hear the call in signal, and you dial.

You just know you'll be sixth, you had set it on speed dial. (You and ten hundred others.) But, out of no-where, a busy signal comes and crushes your dreams. The DJ's kind words are the only things that keep you from drinking bleach: they'll give another away later this evening! Wow, what are the odds- it's as if these cars aren't in demand...

You sit down and wait, but you must have fallen asleep sometime during your vigil because your mom's saying you'll be late for your final. Crud, you didn't get to go over the last page that the essay's on. Looks like summer school for you.

The End.

Another happy ending- wanna try again?

Or, if you give up, go home.