Madeleine at Scribble & Edit is hosting the Cinderella's Shoe Blogfest. The challenge is "to write a 500 word piece about any character who loses an item that is found by another and results in their mutual happiness / relief / salvation / whatever." Item lost, genre, style - it's your choice!
Here's my entry, I hope you will enjoy it. Let me know your thoughts.
"Grace Adams! Eyes forward. What the devil are you doing?" Gracie's ears were burning; her face flushed. She cursed under her breath at her wretched Art History teacher, Miss Branson who stood bellowing at her from the front of the classroom. Gracie had been sending a reply to a silly text from Nessie, her twin sister who is sitting across the room, next to the far wall decorated with the students charcoal sketches. "Well? Are you going to join the rest of us for the lesson, or is there something more pressing under your desk?" Miss Branson's eyebrows poked over the top of her horn rimmed spectacles.
Gracie looked quickly at Nessie, whose head is bowed, conveniently hunched over her textbook. Witch! I'll get her later. Gracie daren't look down at her hands, her thoughts scrambled. Where could she hide her phone? Her parents would be livid if Beastly Branson found it. She certainly couldn't hide it with the 18 pairs of classmates eyes trained on her right now. Flipping penguins. This is ridiculous.
"Well Miss Adams?" Glared Beastly Branson. "Care to share what's keeping you amused?" Grace looked straight ahead. "No, Miss Branson. There's nothing to share." She cleared her throat. The truth was, the text she was about to send, was about the new boy, Freddy Pettigrew-Huntington III. The tall blonde Adonis whose heavenly hazel eyes had Nessie, and the rest of the female population flustered these days. Gracie had dubbed him 'Lord Fancy Pants', she hadn't fallen under the haze like the rest of her classmates and her sister for that matter. In fact, she'd caught him staring at her a couple times in gym and had tried returning his icy stare once, only to have him 'outstare' her. Right now, she could feel Fancy Pants luminous hazels burning through the back of her blazer. Much to her disgust, he had sauntered into the room and taken his seat behind her. Nessie had texted some silly comment about his sexy walk. Gracie had sent a tart reply, "Ok, Ur rite, Freddy Fancy Pants = cute A**!"
"Grace Adams, stand up at once!" Oh dear. Gracie had no choice, in one quick movement she stood, her hands dropped to her sides; she bumped her chair back so the scraping legs could disguise the clattering of her phone as it fell to the floor. Somewhere across the room, Nessie coughed loudly, dropping her textbook -distracting the 18 pairs of eyes for a brief second. Gracie kicked her phone back under her seat, hoping it would slide out of sight. She could retrieve it later.
"Where is it?" Beastly Branson was at her side now.
"Where is what?"
"Your phone. I'm going to confiscate it till half term."
Gracie looked down, held up her hands in protest and scanned the clock at the front of the room. Almost 3' O'clock. The bell rang and the entire class visibly sighed. Books and folders slammed shut. Even Beastly Branson pursed her lips. "Fine. A warning to you Adams sisters, I have my eye on you and your phones." She turned to the students already scurrying from the room. "Class dismissed."
Gracie waited until the hallway was empty before sneaking back into the room; Nessie hovered outside on lookout. After spending a good few minutes hunting under the dusty, dirt scuffed desks, Gracie appeared back outside.
"It's not there!" She hissed at her twin.
"What do you mean its not there?"
"It's freaking disappeared. Holy crap, I'm in deep s***."
"Are you sure you kicked it back?"
Grace glared at her sister. "It's your fault. If you hadn't sent that stupid Fancy Pants text..."
Nessie screwed her nose up. "I saw you looking."
"Oh please...Mr Fancy Icicles Pants is all yours. I've got to go, I'm late for gym already!"
Gracie turned and headed out the front doors, exiting the old building. On the steps below she pulled herself up. Lord Fancy Pants was leaning up against the black railings, his blonde head tilted to one side, reading something on her phone? She gasped, as he looked up at her, a wicked smile on his face. "I believe this is yours, Miss Adams?"
A/N: Grace Adams Copyright © Talei Loto 2010 All Rights Reserved
Well as you can see 500 words went out the window! Just. I hope you were entertained though and in case you're wondering, it is a happy ending, despite Gracie's protests.
Happy Writing and Have a Spooky Halloween! I'm tossing up between a Wicked Witch or a Dark Angel - What's your costume?