They bickered about it for hours and hours, bu the time had come.
Oh yes she was nervous. There was so much at stake. But there wasn't really any choice, she just had to do it.
She let the sling shot fly. Praying, hoping that the trajectory was correct and that the balloon would pop.
It was a water balloon. It was supposed to pop on his head when he came to the door. So much depended on the timing but mostly on the trajectory of the fling.