I have discovered that I should not gamble. At all. Why? Because my psychic abilities tend to fail epically during my gambling sessions. Shet.
There I was, walking into Biology after my Drama exam. It was a revision session - aka, no work. As I walked in, I was chatting to my friend, Gareth. Now, for your information, Gareth and I have a very strange friendship. We pretty much hate each other yet we talk daily.
We walked into the classroom and Gareth suddenly squeaked to himself. I turned to see what he was squeaking about and saw a horrific sight - the fish tank was empty.
I swear to God, I nearly screamed as well. Where were our little fishies gone!?
I murmured to Gareth, "I bet they're dead."
Now, I don't MEAN 'bet'. I always say it. I don't actually mean I want to bet. However, Gareth took me seriously.
"Alright then. I bet you a fiver that they're still alive."
Hm. Usually I don't gamble, but it seemed to me that the fish were dead. I mean, where else were they?!
"Deal."
We shook hands and I turned around to see another fishtank on the other side of the classroom with the fish in it. I screamed.
I have to pay Gareth five quid now. Feck.
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