Harry Hunter pulled his arm out of her grip, "Count them yourself. You can't even count?"
Zoe Lewis didn't mind his jab and grabbed his arm again, "I think I captured 146 stars in my shot, but David counted 109 for me. He must have counted wrong. You help us out and be the judge!"
David chimed in, "Yeah, you be the judge! Count mine too. I think I got at least 300 stars!"
Jace wouldn't be outdone, "And me! I got 500!"
Grace Watt said, "Don't listen to their bragging, Harry. There's no way they got that many. Mine is the most, at 150. You count and see."
Harry Hunter: "..."
Should I find a big rock now and just kill myself on the spot?
Why did Zoe come up with the dumb idea, but he's the one suffering for it?
Their photos of the starry sky aren't even clear. If he finishes counting them all, his eyes might go blind!
