Character Sheet

I woke to the sound of footsteps outside camp, then a voice came on over a megaphone:
“Surrender now, and no one will be hurt”
I know exactly who this is immediately, this is four. After we rebelled, he gathered a huge force of anti-rebels, which is who I'm guessing is knocking on our front porch right now.
We can't stop, not now not after all of this. We must keep our position
“We have you surrounded”
Its true, were stuck between the pincers of what used to be the old dauntless building, now its a U-shaped pile of rubble. Its practically inescapable, unless you want to risk falling 50+ feet and getting impaled.
“hold your ground! I shout to my team,
”We will fire in ten minutes, make up your mind“
I look at al, he looks nervous. I imagine his cold limp body on the ground, the thought almost makes me cry.
But now is not the time for that, we must hold our ground, its everything we stand for, everyone we've lost would have died for nothing… Peter, Christina, Edward, all for nothing. But the thought of losing more life's burdens me.
”Five minutes“
The decision switches back and forth in my head, for every con, there's a pro.
”Three minutes“
I load my gun. I am prepared to die.
”Sixty seconds“ four says
”Five… Four… Three…“
I hear the click of guns
”Two… One…"
There is immediate gunfire, who shot the first bullet, I don't know. But were immediately losing.
Things don't look so good

Character Voice

Violet is a smart thinker, using inventions to solve problems. She commonly places her words carefully and corrects herself to fit the tone she's going for, she know when and when not to talk. She also is very clever, speaks at the exact time she's needed, Making sure that she's not a moment too early. She is looked up to by her younger siblings, and often feels the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. Whenever she's trying to concentrate, she ties her hair behind her head, as if to clear her thoughts, and help her focus. She also very resourceful when needed.

Klaus Baudelaire is very practical, he makes sure he has correct grammar, and corrects others. He Is also very intelligent, and enjoys reading books and conducting research for fun, and will speak up to correct someone. Being the middle sibling, Klaus Baudelaire has to be looked after, while looking after his younger sibling. Klaus Baudelaireis also very good at solving problems quickly and efficiently, being able to crack codes and riddles with ease. He doesn't like to be mistaken for a fool, but cares deeply for his siblings, and would sacrifice himself for them, unconditionally. He is also mildly short which can lead to him having to quite literally having to look up to people.

Klaus' view
It was a dull summer day, the temperature was uncomfortable, there was a cold breeze, and the sky was cloudy. Giving the entire beach a monotonous feel. I was enjoying a day at the beach with my two sisters, violet, and sunny. When a strange man came up to me and introduced himself, “I'm Mr. Poe” The man said, “And I am very sorry, but your parents perished in a terrible fire” The man looks sincere enough. “What?” Me and violet say at almost the exact same time. “H-how?” I stutter “How could this happen?” My mind plunges into a hundred different ideas and theories immediately. “They were kind people! they don't deserve this!” “And there's something else” Mr. Poe said, “Your parents had a will, and it said that if they ever were to die to some terrible accident, that you would go to your closest related relative, you'll be living with count Olaf.” WIP

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We'll be diving into the world of fanfiction, with three excellent workshops created by some of our own leaders and activities to help you strengthen your skills. This weekly has four parts, all of which you must complete to earn points.

Part 1 | Total Word Count: 761 wrote:

First name - Winnie
Middle name - The
Last name- Pooh
Series - Continuing
Species - Stuffed Animal
Strengths - There for friends, is loyal, Friendly
Weaknesses - Honey, can't focus, beehives, too friendly, spelling, reading, context clues, slow thinker, can be bribed with honey
Morals - Good
Tendencies - Tends to get distracted, tends to always be hungry, doesn't think things through, mind wanders off
Situations -
Stuck in Trap with Friends:
Emotions: slightly concerned, faith in friend
Awareness of others: Aware friends are stuck in trap, trusts friend will save them from the trap unaware the friend doesn't have the capability.
Next step: encourage friend
Outcome: is able to make a ladder with much thought to lead out of trap.
Looking for Honey:
Emotions: Hungry, one track mind for honey
Awareness of others: Aware friends can give him honey
Next step: ask friend for honey
Outcome: friend gives honey and problem is solved
Dealing with scared friend:
Emotions: elsewhere from friend
Awareness of others: slightly aware friend is scared, not really paying attention
Next step: assures friend
Outcome: friend believes Pooh and is less scared

Situation Story:
“Looks like we can't cross the river now.” Eeyore said, his dreary comment left traces of worry through the 4 animals.

“Hoohoohoo!, there's a very bounerific easy splenderific way to fix this!” Tigger said, bouncing with excitement. Pooh sat down with a little plump and started to think. They needed to cross this rushing river, but to boat could only hold half of them. There had to be a way, but Pooh just couldn't but his paw on it.

“Yo-yo-y-you know…” Piglet began, stammering uncontrollably, “I-I-I-I am rather quite nervous, and I-I don't th-think Eeyore would m-mind st-staying behind, and I certainly d-don't mind, maybe you to could g-g-go a-ahead?” The little Piglet was trying to get a way out of crossing the rushing stream, but Pooh only thought the little pig was behind nice.

“Sure. Leave the donkey behind. Like always. Go on ahead and leave me be. I'll just sit here until you all return.” Eeyore said in his usual dreary monotone voice.

“We can't do that Piglet. There has to be a different way.” Pooh said this while staring at the ground, still unable to think of some possible solution to get everyone across, “Think, think, think.” Pooh found that saying, “think,” often helped him think. After being unable to think of something, Pooh said, “Tigger? You said you had an idea, perhaps?” At this, Tigger bounced into the middle of the group, bouncing higher and talking faster than before.

“Well, what we gotta to, it's really easy see I grab Piglet here-” and as he said this he grabbed Piglet, much to the poor pig's fright. Pooh didn't see a problem with this… yet. “-And I bounce-” he bounced higher, “-and bounce-” and higher, "and bounce over the river!“

All the while Piglet, Eeyore, and Pooh were making remarks, Pooh said, ”Tigger I think perhaps there’s another way-“ While Eeyore was backing away while saying, ”We're all going to be soaked.“ And poor Piglet in Tigger's arms was having the worst of it. Ever since Tigger had grabbed him he's been saying, ”O-oh oh dear, oh d-dear, oh-o-oh d-d-dear!"

Pooh just sat there, his head bobbing up and down with Tigger's bouncing. As they went in for the landing, Pooh looked away, expecting to hear a splash. He peeked an eye open, then the other, and he turned around. Tigger and Piglet were lying in a heap on the other side. Tigger getting up, Piglet still in his arms, “The landing could’ve gone a bit better but the bouncin’ was Tiggerific, Hoohoohoo!”

Poor Piglet was still clutching Tigger’s arm, continuing to say, “Oh, dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear.”

Pooh had already began climbing into the boat as he called out, “There there Piglet, we shall be there as quick as…” Pooh paused and grunted rolling into the boat, “As this here boat…” Now he was pulling Eeyore in, and they crashed into the center, “Can take us,” now Eeyore was on top of Pooh, and the momentum from the crash was enough to take the boat to the edge in time for them to get situated.

By the time they got to the side, Piglet had calmed down. Tigger was bouncing up and down, saying, “Come on come on come on! We’re not gonna find Christopher Robin standing here!” And as they went off into the Hundred Acre Woods Pooh thought to himself,

“Sometimes, the best solutions can be the simplest ones.”

The End.

Part 2 wrote:

Naruto Uzumaki:

Sasuke Uchiha:


Naruto's Perspective:

Sasuke's Perspective:

Part 3 wrote:

Part 4 wrote:

Today is Compliment Your Mirror Day! We all have good things we’ve done in our lives that we should be proud of, and acts of kindness are one of them. So today, for 400 points, write at least 300 words writing about a time you helped someone!

Word Count: 460

Character Profile: Stina Destry Heks

Series: Keeper of the Lost Cities (continuing)

Basic Info

Pronouns: She/her
Sexuality: Unknown
Species: Elf
Strengths: Strong, brave, unafraid to stand up for what she believes in, capable of forgiveness and change, works well under pressure
Weaknesses: Prickly, judgmental, short-tempered, rude, cruel, bratty (though she does improve in the last two areas over the course of the series)
Outlook on Life: The Lost Cities have not been kind to the Hekses, and Stina has developed a somewhat bitter attitude towards her society. However, she believes that things can change, and holds out hope for a better future.

Relationships:

Taken from her Fandom Wiki page

Family: Vika and Timkin Heks
Friends: Sophie Foster (former enemy), Dex Dizznee (former enemy), Maruca Chebota, Biana Vacker (former enemy), Marella Redek (former enemy)

Tendencies:

-Tends to lash out whenever she feels threatened/mocked (improving - maybe)
-Tends to be incessantly cruel to those she dislikes, bullying them mercilessly (improving)
-Tends to resort to loud anger when she is upset (improving)
-Tends to be snarky/sarcastic, often sounding rude
-Tends to judge others quickly, sometimes too quickly (learning this isn’t the best thing to do)
-Tends to hold a grudge (improving)
-Has built a (metaphorical, of course) wall around herself as a defense against the world, is not often inclined to let people see past it

Situations:

Betrayed by a friend:
-Immediately decides that they are the enemy
-Treats them with unmasked cruelty
-Continues to bully them without mercy or relent, even if do nothing more to provoke her
-Holds a grudge that is difficult to get over

Forced to work with an enemy
-Cooperates with reluctance
-Is distrustful of the other person
-May begin to earn a better understanding of the other person and change her view of them
-If the above does not happen, she will still carry out the job

Forced to work under pressure
-Remains calm and confident
-Works to the best of her ability
-Will get others’ help if necessary
-Will see the job to its end

Word Count: 334

Scenario Writing

“Your character has been hired for a cause they no longer believe in, and they want to defect.”

Stina cupped her monocle pendent in one hand, studying the way the light bounced off its clear, reflective surface. The black metal frame curled elegantly against the lines of her palm, smooth and slightly warm to the touch. The sign of the swan. It was a sign she had once followed, a sign she had believed in. She wasn’t sure what she believed in now. It wasn’t the Moonlark, at any rate.

She sighed, shoving the pendent into her trousers pocket. Things had been so different when she first joined the Black Swan. The organization - and its members - had stood for everything she believed in. A world free of the cruelty and prejudices that had held her family down for so long. A world where bad matches were irrelevant, and the Talentless were accepted, and all elves could be proud of who they were. This was a group who saw the imperfections in the world, and fought to fix them - and she could fight alongside them too. For the first time, she had felt like maybe there was hope for the Lost Cities after all.

Then the Neverseen had taken down Forkle. He had been the force holding everything together, and with his death, the Black Swan unraveled. Sophie had stepped up to take the place of leader, and it turned out there were some things even the Moonlark couldn’t handle. She had tried to hold the Black Swan together, but that kind of responsibility wasn’t meant for an eighteen-year old already unsteady from the loss of a close friend and mentor. Stina had watched as the organization she once believed would fix everything came crumbling down. The Neverseen gained several more victories, including the destruction of Atlantis and the deaths of the entire remaining Collective. Sophie’s leadership only grew worse as time wore on. Now here they were, with the Neverseen about to take over Eternalia, and by extension, the Council, in less than two weeks’ time. The Black Swan had failed.

And Stina knew that she could no longer support their cause.

She pulled out a leaping crystal and held it up to the fading rays of sunset, letting the light pull her away. She arrived in the sprawling pastures of Havenfield, near the main house. Sandor stood by the front entrance, supposedly guarding it from unwanted visitors. He nodded wearily to her as she approached. “Let yourself in, Ms. Heks.”

Stina twisted the door handle and slipped into the main foyer. Loud voices were echoing down the hall, somewhere off to the right. She followed them and found herself in the kitchen, where Sophie was pacing across the polished crystal floors. Edaline stood by the ovens, watching her daughter anxiously. “I know we don’t have a chance,” Sophie was saying, sounding aggravated. “The Neverseen almost definitely will win. But we aren’t going down without a fight. This is our only choice.” She turned, revealing the dark circles beneath her eyes.

“You look horrible,” The words slipped out of Stina’s mouth, unbidden. For a tiny moment, she regretted them. Then she realized that they didn’t matter. She had come here for a reason, and being nice to Sophie Foster was not it.

Sophie sighed. “Hi, Stina. It’s good to see you too.”

Stina reached for her pocket, fingering the monocle pendent inside. “I want to talk with you. In private.” It was not a request.

Sophie rubbed at her temples, mumbling incoherently. “All right,” she said at last. “We can go to my room. Sorry, Mom.”

“Go ahead,” Edaline replied, frowning concernedly. Stina ignored her, following Sophie out of the kitchens.

The girls trekked up the stairs and down the third-floor hall, arriving at last in Sophie’s bedroom. Sophie shut the door and sank onto her bed with a sigh. “All right. What is it you wanted?”

Stina pulled out her monocle pendent, fingering the thin silver chain. “I’m leaving.”

“Leaving?” Sophie repeated. “What do you mean?”

“I’m leaving the Black Swan.” Stina held out the pendent. “Take it. I’m not going to need it anymore.”

Sophie stared at the outstretched offering. “Why?”

Typical Sophie, oblivious as ever. Stina rolled her eyes. “Do you really need it spelled out for you? Ever since Forkle died - ” she ignored the pain that flashed across Sophie’s face - “things here have been messy. I sat here and watched as the Black Swan broke down around me. Now the Neverseen are about to win. We failed. You failed.”

“That’s not true,” Sophie protested. “We still have a chance. It’s not too late-”

“That’s a lie, and you know it,” Stina snapped. “I heard what you said to Edaline when I first got here. We aren’t going to win. You know it. I know it. We all know it. You’ve handled things so badly these past few years, and I can’t take it anymore. I still want to fight. But not with you.” She took a breath and plunged onward before Sophie could interrupt. “Do we even know what we’re fighting for? When I joined the Black Swan, we were supposed to make the world a better place. We were supposed to bring justice to the Lost Cities, for all the Talentless and bad matches and multiple births. Now it just seems like our main goal is to destroy the Neverseen. We’ve lost sight of what we originally set out to do.”

“The Neverseen need to be stopped,” Sophie argued. “They’re dangerous. They’ve taken so many lives already just to get what they want. K!lling is a game to them.”

“Would you just stop for one second and think about what you’re saying?” Stina shouted. “What is it that the Neverseen want so badly, that we need to stop them from getting? Let’s see: a world not ruled over by a morally blind Council, where things like bad matches and Pyrokinesis bans don’t exist. A world where people recognize that our lives aren’t perfect, and we need stop pretending that they are. All I’m saying is that the Neverseen’s motives line up awfully close with ours. Maybe we shouldn’t be wasting all our energy on trying to destroy them.”

Sophie’s mouth opened and closed. “But - but they’re murderers!” she sputtered. “They’re evil, and dangerous, and-“

Stina glared. “Look, I’m not saying everything they’ve done is right, but - you know what, never mind. I don’t think your close-minded brain would understand. What I came here to say is, I quit. I believed in the Black Swan once. I don’t anymore.” She shoved the monocle pendent into Sophie’s hand. “Take it. I don’t know where I’m headed after this. I just have to get away from you guys. Heck, maybe I’ll join the Neverseen. Anything is better than moping around here.” She moved toward the door.

Sophie stared at the pendent clutched between her fingers, then up at Stina. “You really are leaving, aren’t you?”

Stina paused in the doorway. “Sophie, there is no perfect line between good and evil. The Black Swan does not stand entirely on one side of that line, and the Neverseen in the other. Maybe one day you’ll be able to grasp that idea.” With those words, she walked out of the room, not looking back.

It seemed the Moonlark wasn’t as infallible as everyone thought.

Word count: 1223 I got a bit carried away…

For this part, I will be using two characters from The Sisters Grimm book series: Daphne Grimm and Relda Grimm. The scene, told from both of their perspectives, will be Sabrina and Daphne’s arrival in Ferryport Landing.

Character Voices

Daphne Grimm is a seven year old girl whose life up until this point in the books has not been easy. Her parents mysteriously disappeared when she was five, and since then she and her older sister, Sabrina, have been placed in the foster care system. All of their foster families have been either ab*sive or crazy, and the girls have repeatedly fled each one only to get stuck with another. Despite all this, Daphne remains an fun-loving and optimistic little girl who still holds out hope that her parents are coming back. Being only seven, her vocabulary is not the most advanced, though she is always learning and even inventing new words. She is goofy and sweet and is always willing to see the best in everyone around her. At the same time, she is very brave and will definitely try to hurt anyone who threatens the people close to her.

Word count: 152

Relda Grimm (referred to as “Granny” or “Granny Relda” in the books) is Sabrina and Daphne’s grandmother. She is a kindhearted older woman who loves her granddaughters very much. She is not the type to underestimate people, and often trusts the Sabrina and Daphne with a great deal of responsibility. She tends to use a softer tone when speaking, and rarely loses her temper. There is a more wild, reckless side to her personality that she shows occasionally, however (when she is driving or fighting fairy-tale monsters, for example). She is German, and often uses the term liebling (the German word for “sweetheart”) when addressing her granddaughters.

Word count: 107

Scene from Daphne’s point of view

Sabrina didn’t believe that Granny Relda could be our real grandmother. I guess that makes sense; we had run away from a million different foster families before coming to Ferryport Landing. My sister figured that Granny was as mean and crazy as all the others.

But I knew. From the moment I stepped off the train, I knew that Granny Relda was different.

It was raining when we finally got to Ferryport Landing. Sabrina took our suitcases and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we walked outside, like she always did when we met a new foster family. Granny and Mr. Canis were standing on the platform. I liked Granny immediately, with her nice blue dress and sunflower hat. Mr. Canis scared me a little - he was glaring angrily at us, plus he was way taller than me. I watched the two of them quietly. Sabrina had told me on the train that she didn’t trust our new guardians, and that we had to stay strong until Mom and Dad came back. But secretly, I was hoping that Granny would turn out to be our real grandmother, after all. She would take us home and feed us cookies and we could be a happy family together. I would really like that.

I waited uncomfortably as Granny and Ms. Smirt made introductions. The rain was cold, and all I wanted to do was go someplace warm and dry. Sabrina’s arm tightened around me as I shivered, and I leaned into her. Whatever happened, I could trust my big sister to keep me safe.

Suddenly, Granny pulled Sabrina and me into a hug. She may only have been a head taller than me, but her arms were strong. I squirmed to escape her embrace, though a secret part of me enjoyed it. When was the last time someone had hugged me and meant it?

Granny and Ms. Smirt talked for a bit more, though I tuned out most of it. Then Ms. Smirt said her goodbyes, pinching Sabrina and whispering something mean in my ear that I probably shouldn’t repeat. The train left, and Granny took us to the car.

The Grimm family car has always been old and tired-looking, and I could tell Sabrina didn’t like it. Still, we didn’t have much of a choice but to get in. Granny toed our seatbelts for us, and we started the drive home.

I watched the rain roll down the window, fingers plugged in my ears to block out the car’s loud noise. Even if Sabrina didn’t like our new grandmother, I did. I really hoped we would get to stay with her, and eat her cooking, and have fun again.

I had no idea how exciting things would get from there.

Word count: 461

Scene from Relda’s point of view

It was raining that day, a cold drizzle that drenched all the world in a chilly, wet grey. Tobias and I had been standing on the station platform for nearly an hour, waiting for the girls to arrive. I was beside myself with excitement and nervousness. “We haven’t seen Sabrina and Daphne in such a long time! They’ll be all grown up by now, won’t they? Oh, I do hope they’re like their mother, don’t you? Veronica was one to carry on the family business. It’s such a shame she and Henry left town.”

Tobias only grunted. He never was much of a conversationalist.

“Oh look, they’re here!” I exclaimed. Tobias glanced up, and together we watched as the train pulled into the station. A minute later, two young girls stepped onto the platform, shepherded by a thin-lipped, beak-nosed woman. I recognized them immediately as my granddaughters. Sabrina, the older sister, bore two suitcases and a bitter scowl. She had a protective arm wrapped around dark-haired Daphne, who gazed around the station platform with wide eyes. Both girls held a striking resemblance to their parents. I could tell right away that they would be excellent detectives.

“Ms. Smirt?” I asked, addressing the woman behind my granddaughters, who I had assumed to be their caseworker. We had spoken over the phone. I had not particularly liked her, though I suppose you cannot judge someone after only one call. She had to be somewhat good, after all. She worked around children.

“Yes, Mrs. Grimm, it’s us.” The caseworker’s lips twisted into a painfully tight, completely insincere smile.

I did my best to ignore her, turning my attention instead to the girls between us. “Sabrina? Daphne? Oh, you are both so beautiful! What little darlings! I’m your Grandmother Grimm!” I pulled them to me in a tight hug. At last, our family was together again. At least, as much as it could be without Henry and Veronica. And Jake.

The girls squirmed out of my embrace. I beamed at them. Sabrina glared back, wrapping an arm around Daphne’s shoulders. What a protective sister she was.

“Mrs. Grimm, it’s so nice to meet you,” Ms. Smirt sneered, her voice oily and completely disingenuous. “I’m Minerva Smirt. We spoke on the phone.”

I stiffened, raising myself up to my full height. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“I am just so thrilled to have helped you and the girls reunite,” Ms. Smirt replied coolly. Her hand rested on Sabrina’s shoulder, squeezing a tad too tight to be considered affectionate.

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” I snapped, shooting a quick wink at the girls. Then, placing a gentle hand on either of their shoulders (and forcing the caseworker to let go) I introduced them to Tobias. “Girls, this is Mr. Canis.”

My granddaughters stared up at him silently. Sabrina’s scowl had deepened, and she looked the slightest bit frightened. Daphne’s eyes were wide, though they had been since she stepped off the train. I suppose Tobias can be rather intimidating at first, though he is a lovely man once you get to know him.

We said our polite goodbyes to Ms. Smirt, and headed over to the car. Tobias packed the girls’ suitcases in the trunk, and we climbed in. I remember Sabrina was rather alarmed by the state of the car. “Is this safe?”

“It got us here,” I assured her with a laugh. “I suppose it will get us back.”

Daphne was a little uncertain as well. Still, both girls allowed me to tie their seatbelts, and we were off.

As we bumped down the road, I remember thinking (not for the first time, and certainly not the last) These girls will make wonderful detectives. With a little training, they might be prove to be better than Henry and Veronica!

And what do you know, I was right.

Word count: 644

For this part, I will be writing a fic about Stina Heks (see part one) that takes place during her first year at Foxfire. The three tropes it will use are backstory fic, angst fic, and canon compliant.

“So I was thinking,” Marella began.

“Yes?” I asked, raising my sandwich to my mouth.

“Well, we’ve been friends for a while now.” Her eyes glinted in a way in a way I had come to know all too well. She was up to something.

I took a bite of bread and pickled spire root. “Only for three months.”

“That counts as a while.” She kicked me playfully beneath the table. “Anyways, what I was trying to say is, we’re best friends for long enough to know that we can trust each other. We should start sharing secrets.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s too bad, because I don’t have any.”

“Oh, come on,” Marella prodded. “You’ve gotta have something. A weird habit. A secret crush. Something embarrassing you did as a kid. Everyone at least has a little secret.”

“Well, if that’s true, then what are yours?” I teased her.

Marella glanced around before she leaning in close. “I kind of like Fitz Vacker,” she murmurs in my ear.

I snorted. “‘Kind of?’ Mare, everyone knows that. It’s not even close to secret.”

She laughed. “I guess you’re right. It doesn’t matter, anyways. He barely knows I exist.” She stared dreamily across the cafeteria, in the direction of the Vacker table. “Fine then.” She looked me in the eye. “Here’s something not many people know. I really, really want to manifest as an Empath. You know. To help my mom with her mood swings.”

I stared back at my friend. This conversation had just gotten a lot more serious. “Oh. Mare… I’m sorry.” I knew how Marella struggled with her mom’s mental illness. It wasn’t something that could be easy to live with, especially when it affected someone so close to you.

She swallowed. “It’s fine. Really. Anyways.” Her head jerked back up. “I told you a secret of mine, a real secret. Now it’s your turn.” Her ice blue eyes glinted mischievously, awaiting my response.

I groaned. “I told you, I don’t have any secrets.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than I froze, one hand suspended over my sandwich. “Actually, maybe I do.”

“What?” Marella leaned eagerly across the table.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone.” I warned her. “I’m serious, Mare. If this gets out…”

“I won’t,” she said impatiently. If anything, my hesitation made her even more curious. “Now spill.”

I held her gaze steadily, lowering my voice. “My parents aren’t a bad match, but they should have been.” I forced my voice not to tremble as the words came spilling out. “My dad’s cousin or something works at the Matchmaking Offices. She rigged the lists so that his name appeared as my mom’s eighth choice. He was her number twenty. She has a Special Ability and he doesn’t, but they were so desperate to be with each other. There wasn’t another choice.”

“Wow.” Marella leaned back, impressed. “That’s a juicy secret you’ve got right there.”

“You won’t tell, right?” I demanded. “I swear I’ll end our friendship if you so much as breath one word of this.”

“Don’t worry,” Marella snorted. “I’m not that bad a gossip.”

I relaxed. “Thanks.” It felt unexpectedly freeing, to have shared a secret like this, and to know that it was safe. “You’re a good friend.”

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“Is it true that your parents’ match lists were rigged?”

I dropped my books, staring at the prodigy in front of me. “What?”

“I said, is it true that your parents’ match lists were rigged?” He glanced awkwardly at the mess I had just created. “Uh, aren’t you going to pick those up?”

I made no move to retrieve my books. “Where did you here that?” Fear and confusion swirled within me. How could he possibly have found that out?

“Um, Marella told me? She’s your friend, right?” He took a nervous step away from me.

With three solid strides, I closed the distance between us. “Marella. Told. You. That.” Across the locker room, people had begun to stare, their gazes boring into my back. I barely noticed. All my attention was fixed on the boy in front of me, and the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“Yeah?” he squeaked. “I’m sorry if I upset you or something - I didn’t mean to, I promise! Marella just told me, I didn’t know it was a sensitive topic- ”

The fear and confusion was swept away, replaced by a roaring wave of anger. I stormed across the room to Marella’s locker, where she was trying unsuccessfully to pretend that nothing unusual had just happened. “Did you tell him about my parents?” I growled, pinning her with a stare.

“Uh…” My friend’s eyes darted around wildly, searching for an escape. “Maybeee…”

“Marella,” I hissed, leaning forward until our noses were almost touching. “Did. You. Tell. Him.”

“I might have - okay fine, I did! I didn’t think it would be a big deal! Dex’s parents are a bad match too, and I thought he might be interested, I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea- ”

Before she could continue, I hurled her against the wall, rage and betrayal blurring my vision. “I told you not to tell anyone. I thought I could trust you. I guess I was wrong.”

Marella stared back at me with wide eyes, breathing hard. Then she leaned forward and shoved into me. I shrieked and stumbled back as she broke free from my hold, running a safe distance away. When she turned to face me, something in her expression had hardened. “I guess you were right.”

I watched as she collected her books and walked to class, refusing to meet my gaze. Around us, prodigies resumed their nervous chatter, sneaking glances at me every now and then. My books lay in a scattered pile by my locker, but I made no move to pick them up.

That day, something inside of me snapped. That day, I learned a cold, bitter truth, the first of many I would have to swallow throughout my life.

Some people can’t be trusted.

Word count: 1020

Kit was falling.

She had been falling for a long time. Her last memory was of collapsing into bed back home, exhausted and ready for sleep to envelop her. Now she was here, plummeting through the darkness, unsure if she was in a dream or somewhere else entirely. The world around her was too vivid to possibly be part of a nightmare, and yet something about it felt slightly off, slightly surreal. If this truly was reality, it wasn’t like anything she knew.

Kit stole a casual glance at the void below, and her eyes widened. For the longest time, there had been nothing beneath her feet but an endless, impenetrable black. Now, suddenly, the darkness had cleared, and she could see to the end of her fall. It was not a welcoming sight. Shards of rock and debris littered the ground, bits of violet and obsidian glinting brokenly among the shadows. Kit’s mouth opened in a silent scream, limbs flailing in a desperate attempt to stop her fall. Wake up! she commanded herself. Wake up, wake up, wake up! This is just a nightmare, it isn’t real, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!

But if all this was just a dream, her mind refused to listen. Kit squeezed her eyes shut, surrendering to the darkness. She was falling.

Falling.

Falling.

About to hit rock bottom.

Any moment now…

“You can get up now.”

The voice came from somewhere above her head. Kit jumped, one lid squeaking tentatively open. A face stared curiously down at her, watching to see what she would do. Kit’s other eye snapped wide open, and she leaped to her feet. The world around her was draped in shadow, a haze of deep purples and heavy blacks. Shards of rock crunched underfoot, and the very air smelled thick with fear. “Where am I?”

The girl beside her shrugged. “Dunno. I got here about an hour ago. Was it an hour ago? It’s hard to keep track of time in this place.”

“Ah, I see you’re both here.”

Kit spun around. From out of the shadows emerged another girl, this one much more self-assured. Her bearing was calm, confident, as if she knew exactly why everyone was here and how that had come to pass. “Welcome to the Rift. My name is Birdi. You are Kit and Moonlit, correct? I’ve been expecting you.”

“The Rift?” Kit repeated. “What’s that? Why are we here?”

“And how do you know our names?” the girl beside her - Moonlit - added.

Birdi smiled serenely. “One thing at a time. The Rift is… a dreamscape. A place between nightmares and reality. It can be quite terrifying for first-time visitors. Our job will be to help those lost dreamers, teaching them to wend their way among the Rift’s shifting landscapes.”

“Our job?” Moonlit questioned.

Birdi shrugged. “The Rift chose you to be the next Bearers. I had no say in any of it. Anyway, I’ll be teaching you how to safely navigate this place. Soon you will be doing the same for others. Alongside me, of course.”

“How long will that take?” Kit wanted to know.

“However long it takes,” Birdi laughed. “I can’t say for certain. Time functions differently here.”

“Will we ever get to leave?” Moonlit demanded. Her voice trembled ever so slightly, and Kit was strangely comforted. Someone else felt just as scared and lost as she did. Someone else shared in her fear.

Something in Birdi’s expression shifted, and her voice was almost sorrowful as she replied, “Maybe one day. I hope so.” Abruptly, she whipped around, all business again. “Enough time wasted on introductions. Follow me. It’s time to start your training.” She began to move away, not quite walking, not quite gliding.

Kit and Moonlit exchanged a glance. “It’s not like we even know what we’re doing here,” Moonlit whispered. “This is the best option we have.”

Kit nodded back. “Sounds reasonable to me.”

Together, they followed Birdi into the shadows.

Word count: 663

One recent act of kindness I remember doing was simple. Like, really simple. All I did was smile at people. Every time I see someone I know, or someone I don't know, I would just smile. And it's kind of hard to tell under a mask, but I still smile. Sometimes I don't know what people think of me, because I never really talk to them. I am really shy, so one of the most approachable acts of kindness for me is just smiling. I actually have a lot of practice with it, like a lot of people. Smiling in front of the camera, smiling while laughing at a funny joke; I always like to smile at myself in front of the mirror after I finish brushing my teeth. Sometimes people don't smile back to me, and I don't know if it's because they didn't notice my quite exaggerated face expression or because they don't really know what to do back. Whenever some one younger than me looks at me, I just smile back. I also smile at strangers, and that's usually all I do.
It's often a bit awkward, because I usually don't talk to the person I smile at. Sometimes it's my friends, sometimes it's a complete stranger. But when someone smiles back at me, I feel like my own smile really got through, that the person really noticed it. But often it just seems one-sided. Recently, I've realized that it being one-sided is okay. Plus, I'll never know how the person felt, and maybe I did help them have a better day or changed their mood. Some people are as good as hiding their feelings as me, and especially under a mask, I'd never really interpret whether they were smiling back or not. Some people are just as shy as me. And I don't really know what happens afterward, but the feeling of smiling at someone is significant to me, and I like it.
It's actually kind of hard to think of an act of kindness for me because all I do is so small. But I decided to mention this one topic, because why not! In the future, I hope to make many acts of kindness in real life and online. Some small moments of kindness often include on Scratch, such as compliments on projects and advice for beginners. Acts of kindness in real life include making others cards, giving this compliments as well, and more. There are so many ways!

– character sheet –
Book: Gallant by V.E. Schwab
Olivia Prior - character sheet
Series continuing or ended? : Standalone

Pronouns - she/her
Sexuality - straight(?)
Species - human

Strengths: determined, resourceful, independent

Weaknesses: doesn’t wish to get along with others much (though it isn’t entirely her fault), gets angry and reckless at times, slow to trust others

General view on life (free, not hateful, hateful): free/not hateful

Tendencies -
- Due to being unable to speak, she tends to work alone
Improvement: somewhat, she opens up to family near the end
- Because she was bullied by other girls at the Merilance School for girls, for the first portion of the novel she tended to distrust others heavily
Improvement: somewhat, she worked together with her family to save their house—the main focus of the novel was on finding family and feeling accepted
- Tended to withdraw into herself especially when feeling unaccepted
Improvement: yes, it’s pretty much her character arc

If you’ve read the book and my character descriptions seem way off give me a break because I’m on a boat and don’t have access to the book haha

– Situations –

One of her friends/family gets hurt :
- Faces frustration, sadness, anger… though keeps much inside due to only communicating in sign language
- Worries whether she still belongs and whether this person was the only link keeping her part of the group
- Eventually uses her frustration and anger to give her energy to solve whatever dilemma it is

Rejection (non-romantic):
- Hurt, flashbacks to old and painful memories
- Takes comfort in her mother’s journal
- Reminds herself she is strong
- Seeks reparation or goes off alone and tries to ignore it

Romantic encounter:
- She would be confused, probably doubt if the person meant it or she was just another pretty girl
- She’d expect them to leave as soon as they found out she was non-verbal

Scenario writing:
Words: 654/400

Olivia folds her arms across her chest and ponders how the day had gone. The sky had deceitfully promised sun up until about noon, when the clouds came over and rain began beating hard upon the roofs of Gallant. It had been nearly enough to send her rushing inside had it not been for the curious weeds that had begun sprouting between the stems of each rose in the garden.
She had checked several times to confirm—just roses. And the weeds were a faded green, seemingly nearly drained of colour. It reminds her of the moments that had transpired not two weeks ago.
A ghoul dances now at the edge of her sight, seeming to beckon her over. She ignores it, bending down to trace her fingertips across the weeds. The rain spills down her back, soaking her thin nightdress and pressing it to her skin oh-so-carefully. She hadn’t had time to get changed upon waking, not when the sun was out so brightly and welcoming.
The weeds are brittle to the touch, something she notes carefully in a little journal normally tucked safely in her small dress pocket. Yes, she has begun a journal for the next Prior to arrive at Gallant.
Matthew had said she was being paranoid, that there was no way there was another out there, but she wanted to be sure. She wanted to write something that would guide whoever it was toward the acceptance she had found amongst her relatives, even the ghouls that drifted by just out of sight in the halls. Or the ones that waved shyly as she passed; she would acknowledge them with a nod or a wave.
Olivia feels a special connection to the ghouls, seeing as they both cannot make a sound yet have so much to say with their eyes.
Turning her attention back to the weeds, she slips a thin glove over her fingertips and up to her wrist, then twists the weeds around her fingers and yanks. For a second or two they hold strong, then pull upward with her hand. Curiously enough, the part of the weed that had been underground is a yellowy colour and bursting with life. What could have been sucking the life from the plants?
A rumble in the ground makes her stand up straight. She glances back over the mini crater she had formed when pulling the weed—and gasps, though no sound emerges from her lips.
Hundreds of spiders in all different colours are scattering in all directions from the weed’s resting place; she instinctively drops the weed and it fractures on the ground as if made of glass.
Her ungloved hand comes up to her mouth and she lets out a silent scream, spinning around and heading back to the house. Halfway across the yard, she yanks off the one glove that had touched the weed and lets it float daintily in the wind—she wants none of it touching her skin.
Banging on the door, she tries to make as much sound as she can but it is locked, why is it locked, they know she’s out here…
A ghoul appears now at the edge of her sight and she turns to it, yet it immediately fades under her harsh stare. Frustrated, Olivia throws her whole weight against the door but it doesn’t budge. And she cannot make a sound.
Tears well up in her eyes but she scrubs them away, refusing to cry. She mustn’t cry, not when the ghosts of the girls of Merilance are whispering in her ears: what a weak child…
She finally shatters the window next to the door and clambers in. Heaving deep breaths, she looks around at the house. It is eerily empty and devoid of activity—where has everyone gone?
The only movement comes from an old ghost slipping down the hall as if it doesn’t wish to be seen. Olivia slowly creeps after it.

I picked Clarisse and Chiron from PJO (only book 1 because I just reread that one and forget how the chars change in the rest of the series fdksjfa)

104/100 words
Clarisse is headstrong and wishes to impress others, sometimes fighting dirty to get what she wants. Though she plays the part of a bully (in book 1), she has redeeming qualities that mark her as a future ally such as a strong sense of justice and willingness to get her hands dirty to do what she believes is right. She cares strongly for those in her cabin and will always stand up for them if they are in trouble. At the end of the day, like most people, Clarisse just wants to be loved and appreciated and will do most things to get that.

125/100 words
Chiron is wise and has years of knowledge which he passes onto his campers caringly. He cares about each camper dearly, as his purpose in life is basically to train all the campers to be heroes one day—though you can tell that he cares not just because it’s his job. He acts as a guidance figure to all in the camp, fairly instructing everyone on ways that they can improve. Chiron is also careful of his campers’ destiny and won’t ruin prophecies by telling them too soon, to the annoyance of Percy and his friends. Without Chiron, the camp falls into disrepair quickly and campers are left scrambling to deal with the unsuited leaders elected for the camp as punishment for some wrongdoing or another.

Scene: the night before Percy came to Camp Half-Blood. Told in the style of an interview, if that’s okay.

Interview with Clarisse
411/300 words
CLARISSE: Hello, thank you for having me. To tell you the truth, Percy’s not as cool as everyone says he is. Sure, he can get the job done—but so many things go wrong in the meantime! I honestly preferred the way camp was before the guy arrived, though. The night before he showed up was probably the most peaceful experience I’ve ever had in my life—and Percy had to come in and mess it all up! Anyways, where was I? Right, the night before. Okay. Feel free to ask me any questions of clarification, I’ll be happy to elaborate!
INTERVIEWER: Of course.
CLARISSE: So. We had just finished doing campfire singalong; my cabin and I were poking fun at the Apollo kids for messing up a line—though it was all in good humour, I assure you! Then, old Chiron gave us some speech or another on how he felt like the world would change the next day. I thought he’d finally gone off his rocker, but I guess he was sort of right. Not that I’m convinced the world changed for the better, but whatever. I tuned most of the speech out since it was clear he wasn’t going to give any actual advice and it just felt like he was spouting some doom prophecy that he’d made up! S’ppose I was wrong… but don’t tell him I said that. But yeah, then we all left to get ready for bed—I snuck an extra s’more like I always do, Mr. D almost caught me—then we all climbed into our bunks and pretended to sleep for about half an hour. By that point, the camp had fallen silent. I was finally actually starting to fall asleep when one of my cabinmates woke me up and said something like, “Chiron wants cupcakes.” I was like, huh? And then Chiron interrupted and was like “I’m outside. Come Clarrisse, we must talk.” And then I was like… okay. Creepy midnight meeting, got it. So I went out, and he gave me some lecture on how I was going to be important in the coming years? And then he gave some sort of warning and then I think I went back to sleep but it’s all hazy now. And yeah, then Percy showed up and my day was ruined.
INTERVIEWER: Thank you. I didn’t even have to prod you for explanations! I’ll be talking to Chiron, now.
CLARISSE: Okay. Don’t tell him what I said.
INTERVIEWER: –

Interview with Chiron
458/300 words
CHIRON: Good day! It’s an honour to be here. How would you like to proceed?
INTERVIEWER: I’d like you to recount the night before Percy Jackson arrived at Camp Half-Blood.
CHIRON: Sure thing. I’ll begin a bit earlier than night, to give you the full picture. So, all day I’d been having strange feelings—I hadn’t felt like that since the night before Thalia was to come. I knew something was up, and I had a feeling it would involve the Big Three. By dinnertime, I was more confident in my worries—I spoke to Dionysus too. He’s not always helpful, mind you, but for some reason that evening he was inclined to assist. He said he’d also felt it, like the gods were readying themselves for some change. I guess he is one of them, so he’d know. He advised me to speak to the campers; he nearly did it himself but decided it was too much work. That’s when I knew it was really important; Dionysus rarely even considers doing any work himself. I waited until campfire to allow the campers time to enjoy themselves, then called them to attention. I…
INTERVIEWER: You seem emotional. Did something happen?
CHIRON: Ah, well. I was just thinking about Thalia and how it was reminiscent of the night before she came, too. But it’s in the past, it’s all good. Continuing the story, I then told the campers a version of how I knew the world would be changing the next day. Some of the campers weren’t listening at all, I know that, which was fine except for Clarisse—I somehow knew she’d have a part to play soon. I made a mental note at that point to talk to her after; I can’t actually recall how I ended my speech, it felt like one of the minor gods was speaking through me. Perhaps that’s wishful thinking and I’d fallen asleep midway through talking—ah, but no one told me! I finally sent everyone off to their cabins and spoke to Dionysus again to ask him to prepare the camp for the next day—I’m not too sure he actually did, now that I think about it. Ah, well. I then sought out Clarisse and forced her to pay attention to me; she’s always been a stubborn girl but at the end of the day she is a half-blood, and a leader at that. I’m pretty sure half of what I said when in one ear and out the other, but seeing as it was a one-on-one talk I think she caught some of it. I then let her go, and spent the rest of the night wandering through the strawberry fields and reminiscing.
INTERVIEWER: Thank you for your time, Chiron.
CHIRON: No problem.

Tropes chosen: songfic, chatfic, AU
Ive never encountered half these tropes before so dont judge if i do it spectacularly wrong pls :>
Premise: Olivia (from Gallant) ended up going to the local school and met a girl named Asha; they started dating but soon broke up because that girl found someone new. Now Olivia can’t get Asha off her mind and is keeping her thoughts in her journal, which instead of being a physical book is now whatever app she has open at the moment. She’s also luckily made a new group of friends who are super supportive, but she’s kinda wrapped up in missing Asha. Song is The Outsider by Lyn Lapid (:

861/700 words

(See you still when I close my eyes)

Messages - Direct From Liv to Liv
Liv
2:29pm: I cant stop thinking about Asha.
2:29pm: I think I want to talk to her
2:32pm: Someone tell me to stop
2:33pm: But she’s like. Right there across the room
2:34pm: And her hair is so soft
-
3:14pm: Nearly got caught in class for texting
3:14pm: Not like I was actually texting anyone
-
8:22pm: She found someone new so why do i still want
8:23pm: fkldajfldj
8:26pm: …
8:28pm: What if someone found this
8:29pm: I’d join the ghouls I guess

(I go back to those summer nights)

Messages - Popcorn Squad
Raine
8:27pm: guys do u wanna get something to eat tmr before class??
Soph
8:27pm: yea!! what were u thinking
8:27pm: i can get my bro to drive btw
Raine
8:29pm: starbucks obviouslyy. and it’s ok im biking.
8:31pm: wait no its raining tmr yeah can u pick me up
8:32pm: actually i need to get fit im biking. see you there at 7:30?
8:32pm: the one by my house
Soph
8:30pm: ok!! see u
8:35pm: liv?? U there?

(Driving fast down a dead end road)

Messages - Popcorn Squad
Liv
8:51pm: Ya I can come, I’ll take the bus since my place is rly far haha
8:53pm: See u guys
Raine
8:54pm: (thumbs up)(happy face)
Soph
8:54pm: awesome!
8:56pm: guys we should do this
Raine
8:55pm: LOL ok sure this weekend
8:55pm: pls
Soph
8:57pm:
8:57pm: what abt this!!
Raine
8:58pm: nooo wayyy im scared of heights
8:59pm: i’d rather do the painting thing
Soph
9:00pm: smh fine
9:01pm: liv u should do it w me
Liv
9:03pm: Pfft
9:04pm: Maybe in the summer
9:04pm: So much schoolwork rn
9:05pm: I cant afford to have a midlife crisis right before midterms
Raine
9:06pm: yes exactly, except u got one bit wrong
9:06pm: we are doing it never
Soph
9:06pm: one day im forcing u both on it!!
9:07pm: also liv arent u lowkey having a midlife crisis abt asha
Liv
9:07pm: Ummmm well yes
9:07pm: Shh lol
9:08pm: Can’t afford ANOTHER crisis
Raine
9:08pm: haha ok true
9:09pm: she wasnt good enough for u tho!!!
Soph
9:08pm: u deserve way better liv
Liv
9:10pm: Aww
9:10pm: Ily
Soph
9:10pm: Loved a message
Raine
9:10pm: (pink heart)

(Staying out past the afterglow)

–Olivia’s Notes App–
I keep forgetting i cant just call her like i mean i can but also i cant and ive never felt this way about anyone so what if she just led me on??? I dont think i make any sense but when have i ever. Also she basically dumped me for someone else
But i still want to talk to her
Lol
Not like i can even talk to her. I mean i’d text her. It’s times like these where I hate the fact that I can’t speak the most
…
But actually
Maybe she just left because i cant communicate the same way other ppl can
Like that’s such a stupid way to leave someone and raine would probably convince me otherwise or say that she’s not worth my time
Then why am i writing this?

(Now you're laughing with someone new)

Messages - Direct from Raine to Liv
Raine
9:45pm: olive whats up do u want to do hw together??
9:47pm: im rly struggling w question 4 lol
9:48pm: ur the smart one soo

(Doing things that we used to do)

–Olivia’s Notes App–
She probably doesnt even think about me
Not that it matters
Not that i think about her
I should like answer Raine

(And I'm just someone you used to know)

Messages - Direct from Raine to Liv
Raine
10:15pm: u probs crashed already haha. see u tmr morn! i might still need help w math
Liv
10:16pm: (typing)
10:20pm: (typing)
10:21pm: Sorry
10:21pm: I keep thinking ab Asha
10:21pm: It’s not an excuse tho
10:22pm: Guess I just miss her
Raine
10:22pm: aww
10:23pm: ft? i’ll bring u chocolate tmr <3
Liv
10:23pm: Thanks ily chocolate sounds amazing
10:23pm: And I can’t call sorry im not allowed phones after 10:30 remember
Raine
10:23pm: oh yeahhhh
10:23pm: okok i’ll bring chocolate in the morning
10:24pm: now get some sleep!!
10:24pm: <333
Liv
10:25pm: Gnn
10:27pm: Wait
10:27pm: I forgot. Do you still need help with math
10:27pm: I’m super sorry
Raine
10:41pm: sorry i didnt see this yeah i was working on it!
10:41pm: it’s ok tho. i think i got somewhere
10:41pm: idk if it’s in the right direction tho lol
10:42pm: but no worries!
10:42pm: oh right ur phone’s off haha

(The outsider of an inside joke)

541/400 words

Scratch Writing Camp is a small camp nestled amongst the peaks of Mango Mountains. This is its first year running in-person, and you’re so excited.
For years, you’ve dreamt of meeting up with your fellow cabin mates and writing late into the night side by side—there’s something different, you believe, about the experience when in a tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Though you’re also excited for the pranks.
To get to the camp, there are many ways. In fact, some of the ways you still haven’t discovered—but you know you’ll enjoy finding each. For now, you take the tunneling option: beginning at the bottom of the largest Mango Mountain, you pluck a glistening ripe mango from a nearby tree and take a bite.
Triggered by your enjoyment of the fruit, a circular opening appears in the wall in front of you. Satisfied, you grin and finish off your mango. Glancing around to ensure there are no non-campers here to watch your secret entry, you slip into the round tunnel and continue onward.
As soon as you’ve crossed the threshold, the walls slide shut behind you and you are encased in darkness for a moment or two. The moment or two stretches into three and four, until you realize you have to make it up the top yourself without any light.
The writing inspiration has already begun…
You carefully feel along the walls until you have a pretty good idea of which way to go, then keep trekking up. The path slopes gently up, enough that you know it’s taking you where you need to go but not so much that an inexperienced hiker like yourself would have any difficulty—even in the dark.
Though you try your hardest, you cannot discern any other sounds of campers. Perhaps the walls are soundproof, because you know there are many other SWCers making their way to the summit. After all, it is the day before July 1st and you are all eager to see which cabin you have been placed into.
Normally, you would’ve already been told your cabin. But because SWC is happening at the top of Mango Mountain, the hosts decided it would be more fun for everyone if you only knew your cabin once everyone had ascended.
Heaving out a breath, you relax when you realize you’ve nearly made it to the top. A little bit of light filters down the passage, and you hurriedly stumble toward it. In the back of your mind, a metaphor about this situation already begins to take shape… perfect for your first scene in your novel!
“Welcome to camp!” a chorus of hosts and past hosts exclaim.
You wave and look around, mouth falling open in awe.
They really have made this place amazing. Each cabin has been personalized by its leader to match some crazy theme or another, and there are large wooden leaderboards all around proclaiming the successes of various challenges.
You are suddenly tapped on the back from behind; you spin around and come face to face with your new leader.
“Hello y/n! I’ll be your leader for this month of SWC! Come, let’s get you settled in your cabin—I’m sure this will be the best month of your life.”

Weekly

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Words For Each Section

- Part 1 Scenario: 408 words
- Part 2: character voice #1: 119 words
- Part 2: character voice #2: 105 words
- Part 2: anne boleyn: 381 words
- Part 2: katherine howard: 595 words
- Part 3 Fanfic: 910 words
- Part 4 SWC Fanfic: 460 words

Parts combined total: 2978
Total: 3226