I actually went to my prompt group! Yep, that’s right. I haven’t been going a lot lately because life has been super crazy but I went on July 1 (and took forever to post this).
Our fearless leader was absent so our friend John bravely took over. We did four prompts, which I’ll share here along with my response for two of them. I’ll list the prompts first and if you want to do them yourself, please pingback here so I can read them.
- Think of your favorite antagonist and the trait that makes him/her/it an interesting character. Write a scene with a character who has that trait (7 minutes)
- Last minute disappointment (3 minutes)
- An interrupting thunderstorm (5 minutes)
- How did it/he/she get that name? (3 minutes)
“Caitlin, you can’t play with her at recess.”
I looked around, confused. The only person I was playing with was Ashley and as far as I knew, Hannah and Ashley were friends.
“With Ashley?” I asked, understanding that I wasn’t going to figure this out in my own.
Hannah glared at Ashley who shrunk under the glare. “Yes, with Ashley and her perfect baby-cut top.”
I looked at Ashley again; I hadn’t noticed her new shirt. It was a blue-green that matched her eyes and had a really nice cut.
“I don’t get it,” I said, really not understanding.
“She went out and bought the same shirt as me!” Hannah was mad, pointing her finger at the offending article. “She’s trying to copy me, to be just like me. How sad.” Hannah crossed her arms, continuing to glare at Ashley who was kicking the ground with her toes and tugging at the hem of her shirt as if she could change it.
“That’s not true, Hannah, you don’t know that.”
“My mom bought it for me,” Ashley pipped up in a weak voice.
“Shut up, Ashley. Don’t lie to me.” Hannah was glaring at us both; at Ashley for stealing her style and me for not choosing her side. What’s a girl to do?
“Hannah, it’s just a shirt; we can still play together.”
“I’m not going to be seen with someone who’s copying me. And I won’t be seen with someone who’s obviously not my friend!”
I knew the last bit was directed at me and I took a step toward Hannah. Hannah started to smirk and Ashley looked on the verge of tears.
“Is there a problem girls?” The tall shadow of the recess monitor, Miss Molly, loomed over us all.
“No, Miss Molly,” we all said in unison as if it was rehearsed.
“Just deciding what to do on this beautiful day,” Hannah said with a smile.
“Well, no need for the yelling. Run along.” She turned and walked away to take care of some boys pushing each other really high on the swings.
Hannah’s eyes turned dark again. “Let me know when you decide who your real friends are,” she said to me and turned away from us. I looked at Ashley, still not knowing what to do. I took a step toward Hannah and paused again. I wanted to be her friend, but I didn’t want to follow her.
“What was that? Was that a gunshot?”
“No, baby, come back to bed.”
“But what if someone’s dead out there? Bleeding?”
“It was a thunderstorm; come back to bed. This was just about to get good.”
“How can you be thinking of anything besides the fact that there might be a dead dog out there?”
“Because of what you were just doing to me. Can we get back to that?”
“Not until you go look for the blood trail the poor animal is probably leaving through the parking lot.”
“There’s no dead dog, Jill.”
“You don’t know that!”
“I think you’re trying to get out of doing something.”
“How can you think of yourself right now?”
“You’re working yourself into a panic.”
“You’re working yourself into apathy!”
“Coma back to bed, Jill. What are you doing?”
“Looking for my shoes. I’ve got to get out there.”
“Then I’ll need to find my shirt, too.”
“If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do.”
“Well, maybe I do and maybe I didn’t know how to tell you but now I’m worried about this dog. So, I’ll be seeing you later because I’m about to storm out of here looking for that dog and I’ll probably jump in my car and go home after. Good night.”
Until next time, write on.