WEEKLY 1


PART 1

Character reference sheet for Luna (The Girl Who Drank The Moon)

Name: Luna
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: straight
Species: witch

Strengths: intelligent, caring, attractive, lovable and understanding.

Weaknesses: mischievous, stubborn, moody, easily angered, clueless about many things.

General view of life: unhateful, loves her life


Relationships:
~grandmother: Xan
~other family: Glerk (monster), Fyrian (dragon)
~ mother: Adara

Tendencies:
~Causes big troubles sometimes
~Gets involved in dangerous adventures
~Tends to get worried a lot

Situations:
~Getting magical powers by mistake
~Being raised by a witch
~Finding her mother

Scenario: Character finds a baby in the oddest of places (kinda cringe )

Many years later, Luna was an intelligent, courteous young woman, but not without her faults. It had been a long time since Xan’s heartbreaking demise, but Luna was not broken. She had made herself a clever young witch who could perform many arts. She was loved and respected by all in the Protectorate.
Once, Luna was taking a walk around the Bog, admiring it’s beauty. As she walked in deeper, she heard a sound; surely the sound of a newborn baby. Luna was intrigued, but worried at the same time. She could hardly be patient as she heard the babbles and cooes and wails growing louder. She started running now, hardly hiding her excitement. But deep inside her chest a nervous worry was starting to take root. With every step she took, the noise grew louder and louder, and her heart started throbbing harder and harder.
And there it was, a little baby, placed gently among the beauty of the Bog. Luna was absolutely fascinated by its sight. Such a beautiful baby! What beautiful skin she had! What luscious hair! What eyes! If looked closely, she had similar eyes as that of Luna’s. Breathtaking eyes that held galaxies and stars in them, but with even more detail. It was Luna’s duty to provide this baby a home. But whose child was it?
She wandered around a bit, hoping to find the parents of this child, but no one was there. A child left alone like she was? It could’ve been fate, but Luna was sure it wasn’t.
She happily skipped home, being careful not to drop the baby. She couldn’t wait to show her mother and everyone else what she’d found. The weather was in favour of her mood that day. Birds were chirping and the sun was shining brightly, but there were too many clouds too.
The baby’s eyes were full of mischief. It was as if she couldn’t wait to come down and run away.
Soon, Luna was amongst the familiar surroundings of the Protectorate, with its familiar faces and houses. She went straight to her mother and showed her the baby she’d found. Her mother was surprised at this new discovery. “Perhaps she is a witch like yourself?”
“That could be so,” And so the young witch kept the baby on a soft matress and became thoughtful for a moment. “Her eyes do look like mine, do they not?”
“Yes, they do seem that way.”
Luna nodded. “Whoever she is, it is our job to raise her. She shall grow up into a wonderful young woman!”

PART 2 (Book: North Child)

Rose is a kind and mischevious girl, who wishes to explore the world. She is selfless, and can sacrifice anything for the people she loves. She cannot bear to see anyone hurt and loves weaving, using it to help people. She is never hesitant to explore new places and meet new people, and conquers all the obstacles boldly. She is daring and strong and believed to be a north child by her mother, a person destined for doom and despair, to be crushed under snow and ice She doesn’t let anyone’s negative remarks discourage her from what she wants to do.
Neddy is not much bold or daring, but much more smart and responsible. He never wants any conflict and wants to help everyone as much as can. He knows how to handle difficult situations and knows how to deal with traumatic events. He is an intelligent person who enjoys the company of books and dreams of being a scholar one day. He is a great teller of mythical tales. He respects everyone’s opinion and always supports what is right. He is supportive and understanding, and can be trusted. He is also a great sailer with a great expertise on maps. He can risk his life for his loved ones and is prepared to take any risk.
Scene of Rose leaving with the white bear in Rose’s perspective:
I had made up my mind that day. I was done with all the lies, and it was probably better to leave with the white bear. I could hardly believe it! I was a north bairn! Everyone was there with me then. When my mother encouraged me to use my east wits and practicality, I denied her words. I screamed at her that I knew the truth about myself.
That’s when the white bear come. Before anyone could react, I went straight to the white bear and said, “I will go with you,” and then we were off. I could hear Neddy crying.
Soon, Neddy was after us, and I told the white bear to stop. Now that I was sitting here, off on a journey that might end as me dead, I was very unsure about it. Should I get off and go back to my family? Or should I stay with the bear and let him take me to my dreams? I had no answer for none of these questions. Neddy was there soon enough, and I was yet again confused about how to get off and meet him one last night. I’m sure he noticed.
Finally, I slid off the bear’s back and moved towards where Neddy was standing. I knew he was there to take me back, as if he thought I was doing all this because mother wanted me to. I knew I had to tell him that it was not so. I told him that it was only my choice, and as much painful as it was, it was the right thing to do. It would make everything better for our family.
He hugged me and before leaving, he handed me the four pieces of my cloak, and then the journey continued with me on the white bear’s back.
Scene from Neddy’s perspective:
Rose’s furious words were quite justified. All these years, she had lived as a lie. She was bound to get furious. Her words shook mother, who realised that the truth could not be hidden much longer. And then came the white bear. Before we could realise his presence, Rose was already with him. She got on the bear’s back and they rode off.
I didn’t want to believe what had just happened. How I wish I could stop her before she left, but I knew that she would not turn back now. Once she decided on something, she wouldn’t take it back.
When they left, I was horrified, and my immediate reaction was to run after them. I called for her multiple times. I was starting to slowly gain on them, as I realised the bear had stopped. I wanted to stop her, to tell her that we all needed her. It would do her no good to leave us all for the white bear. She couldn’t! It wouldn’t be the same without her. I wanted to tell her all these things, but it was obvious that there was no point. When I met her, I felt hope in the air around us. I could see she could obviously read me and that I was here to stop her from going, but she just shook her head. She told me it was her choice, and that it would help us all.
I did not believe her for even a single second. I just nodded along because once she was set on something, that was it, and we could do absolutely nothing about it. I hugged her once, and it felt wonderful to be with her before she left, but also a heartbreak that she was leaving, and perhaps she would never come back. As she turned to leave, I handed her te four pieces of her cloak. She was thankful for it.
And then she left.

PART 3 (modern AU, fix-it, soulmate AU)

In the world where Luna lived, nothing but the internet existed. Nothing held more value than that. Luna was a young 13-year old who had a neutral opinion about phones. Why? Because what held the most value in her life was her magic. She kept it hidden from everyone else.
Especially the fact that she was going to do the most dangerous thing now. Resurrect her grandmother. “One more thing,” she said to herself, “the soulmate app.” She opened her phone and clicked on the small icon that every person was supposed to have in their phones. You couldn’t delete it or move it, and you had to check on it at least once a day. If you didn’t, then your house would be taken. She didn’t really live with anybody, except her mother, of course. Both of them thought the soulmate app was a bummer.
Luna looked at the contents of the app, clicked on them, and closed it. Suddenly, there was a sudden itch in her body, under her sleeve. She checked under it, and there were some words written. Probably something to do with the soulmate app. Ugh. Not again.
She opened it to check it again. Some achievement. Again.
She just threw her phone down on her bed and waved to her mother once. “I’ll be back with her soon, mother. Just you wait and see,” And she left with her phone.
Today was the day her magical grandmother was going to come back in their lives. She was going to bring her back to them. She tried to be as careful as she could. No one should see her, or her secret would be out. She made her way to the graveyard. It was barren and lonely. And ugly. How dirty it looked. She took a deep breath and made her way to the tombs, looking at each one. She didn’t remember her grandmother’s. Finally stumbling across the one on which the name “Xan” was written, Luna grinned. She took some deep breaths and sighed. All this walking had tired her.
She had always been a modern girl, just not a one who was obsessed with phones. She did everything and had everything other girls had, and she was far more special that they thought she was. She was a wonder.
Just as she was going to begin her procession, a noise disturbed her. Her phone? Oh no, oh no. What was she going to do now? What if someone heard her?
She quickly answered it. Just her friend asking. “Did you get the words?”
“Yes, I did. Did you?”
“Of course, Lune! Where are you now?”
“A-at my house,”
“No you are not. What the-!”
And then the phone was silent.
“Luna!”
“Is that you?”
Luna was going to be found out at this rate! Why was Mel here at the graveyard?
Luna ran for her life. It was the fastest she’d ever ran, but she did. She was soon lost. Why did the graveyard have to be so big? There was no sight of Mel now, so Luna stepped out from her hiding place, and tried to navigate her way out.
Again. “Is that you, Luna?”
“Luna, Luna, Luna!”
Luna magicked her shut. She gasped, realising what she’d done. Mel would find out!
That’s what it looked like, but Mel just left.
Luna sighed in relief and collapsed with the exhaustion. She made her way back to her grandmother’s tomb. She took a deep breath, and sighed. Slowly gathering her magic in her hands in the shape of a ball, she filled it with hope and warmth, so that it would not make too big an impact. She spread her palms out, and let the magic reach the tomb.
It was starting to take shape. An old woman was beginning to form from the magic. A cough and then Luna was sure her magic had worked. She hugged the old woman and they carefully walked back to her house. The streets were empty, and Luna had no idea why? Was it her fault?
And then there she saw a familiar figure. Mel. Oh no, oh no.
“Did you check the soulmate app, Lune? What were the words?” Mel asked curiously.
No questions about the graveyard. No questions about her grandmother. How odd. Had Mel forgotten about it? Or had she chosen to stay quiet about it?
Whatever it was, Mel knew. She knew everything. And Luna was doomed.

PART 4 (This is literally based on me more than SWC but whatev)

It was the morning of SWC, and everyone was alive then. The Main Cabin was bursting with chatter, so many of them showing a great deal of excitement. Most of the cabin studios were full with chatter and motivation. So why not the Fantasy cabin? Why was it so empty? Twi had no idea, but once she was there, she knew she had to bring light, that she had to resurrect this dead studio, and she got right to it. She asked some questions and sent some messages, and she got replies soon enough. No one was here because everyone was in the Main Cabin!
“Ah,” said Twi to herself. “Let me also join the Main Cabin,”
And when Twi reached the Main cabin, there was nobody there. Twi was really confused. “Where did everyone go?”
She called for everyone but for a long time there were no replies, when finally until Wari and Ami replied to her. She was so happy that someone was online! Soon, the main cabin filled up again, with the usual chatter, laughter and excitement. The introductions were piling up now!
As much as she wanted to stay, Twi decided that it was time to start writing. And what was better than starting to write in her novel, the one about which she had been procrastinating since March? So, Twi got to work, and wrote a couple hundred words. She was a bit tired, but decided to try word wars. After that, she was even more exhausted.
The day was coming to an end soon, and despite her exhaustion, she wrote a couple thousand words, and added them to her word count. A great start! She hoped she could continue this start!
To relax now, she went to chat with her friends and chill a bit. She went to different cabin studios and greeted them, and then she would get in a fight on who’s cabin is best. After enjoying herself this much, she almost lost track of time, but the day was soon coming to an end.
Twi thought that her day went very well and that she was off to a great start writing. She prided herself on putting a stop to her procrastination had done well on her novel and was hoping to make the best of it this month. She was excited to make new friends and learn new things, about people, and, of course, writing!

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July 4th Daily
prompt: vagueness/ambiguity (503 words)
Vagueness: (251 words)
“Have you figured out the clue?”
“No… There's not much detail to go off of.”
“What was it again?”
“If you wish to find me, you must look without sight. Figure that out, and end this plight.”
“How do you look without sight?”
“I wish I knew. Maybe it means to use one of your other senses?”
“Like smelling?”
“Maybe. But how do you look with smelling?”
“I'm not sure. Though I don't think there is anything worth smelling at that old library door, except burnt paper.”
“It does smell pretty bad there… Maybe it's another sense, like taste.”
“You want to taste that old door? I bet it tastes like old shoes.”
“How do you know what old shoes taste like?”
“…Never mind. I wonder what the plight is?”
“I'm not sure. Maybe the plight is how much time we're spending to try and get into that old library when all it probably will be is a broken-down building.”
“Yeah, sure. But seriously. I wonder what…”
“It could be that the library has been closed all this time. My grandmother said that it was amazing back in the day. Anyway, let's get back to the riddle. Any other senses that would fit?”
“I'm not sure… Wait. Looking without sight. Could that mean someone blind?”
“Yeah, I guess it could.”
“Hey, isn't your grandmother blind?”
“Oh yeah! That would fit too, because she used to work at the library.”
“Well, what are we waiting for? We should probably get going, right?”
Ambiguity: (252 words)
“Well, I've never seen brownies made like that.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“I never said it was bad.”
“But you didn't say it was good, either.”
“That's right.”
“So is it good or bad?”
“I never said that it was good.”
But you didn't say it was bad either.“
”That's right.“
”Why won't you just tell me what you mean?“
”I already did.“
”No, you didn't!“
”Yes, I did. I told you that I've never seen brownies made like that.“
”But you didn't say if you thought it was good or bad.“
”That's right.“
”Why won't you just tell me if you think it is good or bad?“
”Well, I never said anything about it being good or bad. I simply said that I've never seen brownies made like that.“
”Why don't you just try them and see?“
”Alright, I'll try one.“
”So, what do you think?“
”Well, I've never seen a brownie like that.“
”Is that good or bad?“
”I never said that it looked bad.“
But you didn't say it looked good, either.”
“That's right.”
“So are they good or bad?”
“I never said that it looked bad.”
“But you never said it looked good either.”
“That's right.”
“Can't you just say what your opinion is?”
“Yes, I can.”
“Then why don't you?”
“I already have.”
“No, you haven't! All you've told me is that you've never seen it done before. How is that helpful?”
“That's my opinion. Don't you understand?”
“Of course not! How could I?”
“I'm blind.”

Jade was exhausted from watching titoks instead on sleeping she reached out her hands to check the time trying to reach the phone she fell flat on her face she sat up still dozing off she took her phone. She was late. “Oh no!” she shouts “I'm late for school!” Jumping up looking for her clothes her shirt was under the bed her jeans were on the chair. “Where are my socks!” she yelled frantically M'dear rolls her eyes cause she told her to put an alarm. Jade looked in every drawer every shelf but she just could not find it. She decided to ask her siblings. “Shaka! Mazzi! she screams ”where are my socks!“ There was no reply. Of course they also went to school. She grabbed her phone in a hurry and called Shaka. ”Hey that's my phone“ said Ami ”Finders Keepers“ she said with a smirk. Ami gave her a revenge frown. Jade rolled her eyes and was back to calling Shaka. He didn't pick up ”he is class“ she thought The next person she called was Mazzi. ”Hey sis what's up“ he said ”The sun.“ She answered angrily ”Why didn't you wake me up“ she shouted ”M'dear said we should look after ourselves right?“ He questioned ”Yeah so what“ she barked ”Ourselves that means it was your fault for not waking up on time“ he explained ”I need to go now bye“. ”Do not hang up on me. It was too late hanged up enraged he threw her phone on the pillow. It obviously didn't break because well pillows are soft. “Ami” she shouted louder than before “Do you know what my socks are?” “Oh those were socks?” Ami says worriedly. Jade gasped as she ran down the stairs into Ami's room. She made her socks into doll dresses! “Are you serious now I'm completely for school how could you!” She cried a close look at it she took a closer look at it. “ Wait a minute these aren't my socks these are my hats?!” They were indeed her hat she easily recognized her orange beanie. She was relieved that it wasn't her socks but her anger rose again when she found out that she had taken her favorite hat! Beanie to be specific. “How could you!” she shouted “Oh well finders keepers” she said with a smirk bigger than ever. Jade did say that she couldn't do anything about it. At that moment Cocoa came home. “Mom have you seen my socks?” She asked running out of hope. “Them oh I threw them out they were too small for you anyway” she said “I got your new ones better and bigger”. Jade's frown turned to smile she threw out my socks, she said to buy new ones!" Finally she had her socks she wore them on put on her shoes and went outside into the car. While driving she remembered she had forgotten her backpack. End of part one
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daily - july 4

Vague
282/250 words
“You told me you put the kids to sleep? When?” The stressed-out mother hurriedly brushed back a stray hair that had fallen into her eyes. She had just returned from her first ladies’ night out in at least 2 years, and her husband had evidently not done his job of keeping track of anything.
Said husband responded with a nonchalant shrug. “Eh, a few moments ago.”
“But—when? Like what time?”
“Like…” He glanced at the clock as if he, too, was confused. “Not that long ago. After sunset. Before midnight.”
Exasperated, the woman flung out her hands in both directions. “How hard is it to keep track? You must’ve seen the time.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He turned away, down the hall. Eager to continue watching his basketball game. “You know, Linda, the Raptors are doing quite well this season. It’s home court this game and they’re up 2-1 in the series!”
“Okay… what about the kids?”
“I’ll talk to you in the morning! The game started 23 minutes ago, I have to get back!”
Linda crossed her arms in disbelief. “You know exactly when your game started but not when you put the kids to sleep?”
He was already down the hall and in his couch seat, flicking on the TV with his remote. “Hey! The other team scored 17 points already! They’re ahead?!” He continued shouting at the TV, waving his arms. “Honey, could you bring me some soda? Oh—and some popcorn! You’re welcome to join me; it’s nearly halftime.”
She sighed and spun on her heel, promising herself to give him a good talk tomorrow. “No soda, I brought you some dinner. Did you even feed the kids?”
“Yeah, a while ago.”

Ambiguous
267/250
It is a sweltering summery day in downtown New Carrot, and the protesters are all out in full-force. There was a large incident the day prior, and nearly half of the city had gotten up for this. Shops have not yet opened, yet the streets are alive with the sounds of passionate people marching for the things they believe in. The city has already prepared for the heat waves ahead, and water makes its rounds through the crowd every so often.
“We demand rights! We demand freedom!” they chant, arms waving in the air—some with posters, some empty. All full of energy, of hope.
That won’t last much longer. It is already hot, and the other half of the city has not even risen for the day.
“You know,” a young girl says to a reporter, eyes wide in delight. “This is my first protest! And it’s gonna be my last.”
“What?”
“I’m protesting protests.”
“And how is it being your last going to help things?” the confused protester asked.
“You’ll see!” Delighted, she skipped out of sight.
“Well, ah, there you have it, folks. New Carrot News, out!”
The protesters have concentrated themselves in the city square at this point, their chants growing jumbled and flying in all directions. One cannot even discern whether they are all chanting about the same cause anymore.
“I speak ambiguously,” another protester says to the camera. “That way, I can’t be jailed.”
“That’s a smart tactic,” the reporter responds.
“It’s not smart. It’s necessary.”
“Why don’t you want credit?”
“May I stay anonymous, please?” The protester turns their face away.

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Nynaeve character voice
Nynaeve is very stubborn and passionate. She becomes angry easily and has quite a temper. She is smart and has a wide knoledge of roots and medicine and uses a semi-wide vocabulary, also frequently using curses when she is angry. They say people of the two rivers are as stubborn as rocks, and she practically proves that to be true. Her anger is also very important because without being angry she has little to no power, and when she is angry she may be one of the most powerful Aes Sedai to roam the earth. She is not one to mess with, clearly.

102 words
Egwene character voice
Egwene is incredibly caring, extremely stubborn, and very kind. She thinks out what she says thoughtfully before she says it, and is very emotionally aware. She does whatever she can possibly do to help her friends and she has a good heart. She is also stubborn like Nynaeve, since they were both raised in the two rivers. She sometimes places too much trust in the wrong people and it gets her into bad and also possibly dangerous situations, like when she trusted her enemy, which lead to her being captured by the Seanchan and imprisoned until her friends came to rescue her.

449 words
Scene from Egwene's perspective
Liandrin had told me and Nynaeve that Rand was in danger, and that she was on Moiriane's side for now to help in saving Rand. I know how much Moiriane hates Liandrin, and if she can trust Liandrin for the sake of saving Rand, I know I can to trust her too. I don't know what kind of danger Rand is, in but its probably very dangerous if even Liandrin is helping us, and if Rand is in danger I know I have to go help him. I have to go save him. Well, with Nynaeve of course. Liandrin asked the both of us come with her, and she also told us to not tell a single soul. Nynaeve had even tried convincing me it would be too dangerous, and that only she could go. How could she think I would let her go without me? Elayne had happened to hear through the hole in the wall, so she decided to come along too on this dangerous journey. She told us she did not want to stay behind and do chores while we skipped out on plenty of chores by going on a rescue mission, or an adventure, as she saw it. I and Nynaeve reassured her it would not be any kind of adventure, and we were only going to save Rand and it would definitely be very dangerous. Elayne told us she still wanted to go, even if it was dangerous. I swallowed and kept walking. We were on the island of Tar Valon, following Liandrin through the trees of the Ogier Grove, following her to the Way Gate.

…
When we went through the Way Gate and appeared on the other side of the Way Gate, we were in a forest, and I heard the steps of horses getting near.
…

Liandrin had betrayed us. I should have known. I should have asked Moiriane if Liandrin really was on our side, instead of taking her word for it. It all happened in a mess of shouting and Sean Chan yelling orders. I think the others escaped. If they did, I'm glad. One of the Sean Chan Sul'dam had caught me and put their silver A'dam on me, taking me as prisoner. I tried to punch the one who had done it, but then my head swung and I passed out. I woke up to her telling me that whatever pain she feels while I'm wearing the A'dam collar, I feel twice of. I tried taking off the collar, but I felt like needles were sinking into my skin when I did. I screamed, and I felt pain even though the A'dam didn't show any signs of being used.

413 words
Scene from Nynaeve's perspective
Liandrin had informed me and Egwene that Rand was in terrible danger, and that we had to come with her to save him with Moiriane. I personally think that Moiriane, the snake that she is, should have come herself to tell us. But oh well, it must have been urgent since Rand is in danger. Elayne heard Liandrin telling us through the tiny hole in the wall and now wants to get into danger with us. I should be the only one going. It is clearly too dangerous for Elayne and Egwene. I'm much more powerful than them, but I know they're too stubborn for me to try to stop them at this point. Rand keeps getting us into trouble because of him. I'm going to grab him by the ear the next time I see that boy!

Liandrin led us through the Ogier Grove, looking around suspiciously at the trees and nature, as if she was expecting for the Queen of Andor herself to walk out from behind a tree with trumpets and banners behind her. I did remember to take some caution though, looking around the Ogier Grove myself. We weren't technically supposed to be here, and if anyone did find us we'd have a lot of explaining to do.

I can't believe I was so silly. I should never have trusted that foul rat Liandrin. She tricked us, and now Egwene and Min were captured by the Sean Chan. Now I'm lost in the forest, with the Sean Chan after me, hunting me down to be captured on one of those A'dam like Egwene surely was. As I hide behind a tightly-knit cluster of trees, I hear steps crunching the leaves on the ground, and voices speaking. They were about to find me! I tried to be as silent as possible. They were right- A horn blew, and they all paused trying to hunt me down. They turned right back around, and just walked back! They were about to find me! Though I knew my luck was over, as I heard steps from around the tree.. If they were going to find me anyway, I might as well find them. I stalked carefully around the tree, ready for a surprise- Oh! It was just Elayne. I ran up and hugged her, and we stayed like that for a while. I think she was scared to let go. I didn't blame her. What is our next step? Where do we go?

daily - july 4
words: 325 and 257, respectively. total of 582

“So, I just have to figure out which one isn’t the real object?” Jenna asked Tom, who nodded. The wall behind Tom began to spin, revealing six objects cloaked in darkness.
“Yep,” Tom replied, and the spotlight on the first turned on. “First up, the first object- a slice of cheese.”
“Looks like a piece of cake,” Jenna grinned.
“Uh, I don’t think it will be that easy,” Tom began. “I mean, you haven’t even taken a look at the other objects now.”
“When did I say it would be easy?” Jenna asked him. “I said it looks like a piece of cake.”
“When people say something looks like a piece of cake, they mean that it looks easy to do. As easy as eating a piece of cake, in my opinion.”
“Cake is hard to eat. First, you have to slice it. Then, you have to get it onto the plate without dropping it, and then you have to balance the plate so you can eat off of it- and that isn’t even mentioning the complications that can come depending on what the cake is like. Whose idea was it to say that eating cake was easy?”
“Well, normally you put the plate on solid ground so that it’s easier.”
“I’m not going to put my cake on the floor! What if somebody steps on it?”
“I meant like on a table, but if somebody steps on your cake then you can ask for some more.”
“What if there isn’t anymore? I’m not going to risk it. And on a table, if somebody’s being careless-” Jenna clapped her hands together- “squished! This time by their elbow or whatever. Who knows what’s on people’s elbows? We don’t wash our elbows all the time, and we also cough in them. No thank you.”
“Okay, let’s get back on topic- wait, did you mean you think the first one is actually cake?”
“What else could I mean?”

“We have to finish it before it changes! And it changes today!” Emma shouted.
“Uh, relax. It doesn’t change until in about five days, why are you in a rush?” Mia replied.
“No, I’m sure! It changes today! I haven’t even started!”
“That’s okay, you still have five more days to do it.”
“You’re not listening to me! It changes today!”
“I think you’re confused. It changes on the tenth, not the fourth.”
“No! No! No! It changes on the fourth, not the tenth! And the fourth is today!”
“It changes on the tenth, not the fourth! The tenth is in several days! Relax!”
“No! I don’t have enough time anymore! It’s not due on the tenth, it’s due on the fourth! There’s no way I can rush.”
“What did I just walk into?”
“Em is saying that it changes on the fourth, but it changes on the tenth!”
“Mia is saying it changes on the tenth, but there’s no way that it’s true! It changes on the fourth and I know it in my bones!”
“What if your bones aren’t reliable? What then?”
“Everyone, stop. Em, what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about it!”
“What’s it?”
“It! You know, the one that changes every day!”
“Oh, you mean the daily?”
“You meant the daily?! You should be clearer!”
“How was I supposed to know you’d assume that I meant the one that changes every week?”
“You didn’t clarify! I was stressing out over the weekly, I didn’t know you would be worried about the daily!”

Daily July 4:

Words: 567 words

Vageness:

I strained at the harsh bindings that bound me to the chair. I was in a dark room and voice was heard through an intercom.

“Who are you?!” I yelled.

“I am who I am.” a voice boomed back.

“No, WHO are you?”

“To you, I could be anyone, I could even be ANYTHING.”

This guy was getting on my nerves.

I calmed myself down. If I was going to get out of here I can't let their tricks get to my head.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Everywhere. Nowhere. Somewhere.” The Voice said.

“Child, you really think I would help you?”

“Maybe..?” I said hopefully.

The figure sighed,“I'll help you if you give me what I want.”

I stared- confused, “What do you want?”

“You know what I want, you were stopping me from getting it.”

I then realized that I don't remember anything from before waking up here. What was the figure talking about?

“I have no idea what you want!!”

“You know exactly what I want- so stop trying to pretend- you're fooling no one.” The voice said.

I tried to focus on what I could do and what I know to keep myself calm. It wasn't working at all.

I knew the voice sounded from behind me so I tried to look over to see if I could see anything.

“Ok… can you try jogging my memory a little? I have a lot of things someone may want.” I lied.

The intercom was silent for a few moments, then the voice was back scaring me to the core, “the object- the one that you always carry around!”

I felt like punching a wall- this guy was helping me really well right now.

The voice was silent for a while and I assumed the person behind the voice was gone- now time to figure out how to escape.



Ambiguity:

Heather was Linda's best friend, but she had moved away a few months ago. They had promised each other that the would video call often. Hoping to savor the few moments they had together before they had to leave, Heather made plans to meet again.

“Can we talk again later today?” She asked Linda.

“Yup! What time?” She replied.

“I know you have a performance- so how about later in the day at around 7:30?” She was writing down the date and time on a note- she had terrible memory and needed constant reminders.

Linda waited patiently for Heather to finish the realized something.

“Wait- It's already 8” Linda said confused.

The stared at each other.

Heather than spoke, “Are sure?”

“Yeah the clock reads 8!” Linda picked up the analog clock on her bedside to show Heather the clock.

“Dummy! That says 8 in the morning, I meant later in the evening!” Heather exclaimed.

“Oh! oops..” Linda said sheepishly- she wasn't really the brightest when it comes to stuff like this.

Heather heard someone call Linda's name from her side.

“Welp, That was my mom, I have to go!” Linda said all sad.

“Aww! Then I guess I'll see ya later!” Heather sounded disappointed, “Break a leg!”

Heather logged off.

Linda froze, “Wait what?”

Her face grew hot, “Oh it was a metaphor.”

Embarrassed, and glad Heather had not heard what she had said, she closed her pink sparkly laptop and ran out her room, down the stairs, and ran to her mom.

Daily 4:601 words

Vague: 264 words
“Never poke a sleeping bear.” Said a voice behind me.
“What bear?” I stared around the woods scanning to see if there was a bear cave.
“Oh, just a bear I found.” Said the voice, who turned out to be my friend.
“What did it look like?” I asked again.
“Like a bear.”
What colour fur?“
”The colour of bear fur.“
”That doesn't help me.“
”I guess.“
What do you mean?” I was starting to get annoyed.
“I mean what I mean.” My friend replied simply.
“I don't get what you mean. What bear? where was the bear?”
“The bear was where the bear was.”
“Which is…?”
“Somewhere.”
And that somewhere is…?“
”Somewhere.“
I yelled in frustration. ”Oh, I give up!! You are trying to wind me up!! You and this imaginary bear!!“
”It was real.“ Said, my friend. ”Bears are real.“
”I know!!!!!!!!!!!“ I shouted up at the trees so loud, that birds flew up.
”Of course, you know.“
”Know what?“
”About stuff.“
”What stuff??“
”Just stuff.“
”Give me an example.“
”You know stuff, for example.“
”Oh, forget it!“ I yelled.
”Forget what?“
”The bear, the stuff I know, all that stuff you've been questioning me about for hours now?“
”What bear?“
”The bear!“
”As in bears in general?“ My friend asked cheerfully.
”Oh, you know the bear I'm talking about!“
”Oh… um…“ My friend was lost for words. ”You like bears.“
”What bears?“ I asked.
”Bear. Just bear.“
”Where?“
”Just somewhere.“ my friend happily said.
I groaned. When will we end this?”
“At the end.”
“When though?”
“Just at the end somewhere.



Ambiguous: 337 words
My friend and I approached a cave I found whilst looking for campfire wood.
”You guys?“ I asked. ”Do you think I could use this as inspo for a comedy thing?“
Alisha shrugged. ”Knowing you, it's probably to annoy Lyra again. You know her and you. You could wind her all up.“
”Err, well, yeah, if you say like that, but she could always take a joke, right. I know her best.“ I replied, wandering into the cave without any attention to it whatsoever.
”Well, yeah!!“ said Alisha. ”Never poke a sleeping bear.“
”She won't get mad, I promise!“ I joked. ”And anyway, if she did, it's only for a millisecond. And millisecond is short. Maybe a nanosecond.“
Alisha surprisingly didn't say anything for some reason., She seemed to be focused on something in the cave.”
“What are you looking at?” I asked her.
“Um, Kat, I think there might be something in here…”
“Like a monster!!?” I perked up. “That's comedy gold for Lyra!!”
“Please,”! Alisha started. “As I said, never, ever, poke a sleeping bear.”
“I know!! I know!! Why do you have to keep repeating that?”
Alisha looked at me as if I was missing something really obvious yet vital. “You are missing the point.”
“Oh, what point!!? I'm not missing anything I'm just gonna see what is in here, puck up some comedy gold, get back to the campsite, and perform for my best friend Lyra.” I replied, stepping further into the cave.
“No.” Alisha shook her head. “It's not that, it's something else, and please don't go about annoying Lyra. She doesn't like it.”
“Doesn't like it?” Now I was starting to get incredulous. “Please, Alisha, don't complicate things, Ah, and here's the monster,” I said, pointing to it.
But instead, my finger prodded brown fur. The creature stirred, a deep growl escaping from it.
“Never poke a sleeping bear. Literally.” Said Alisha disapprovingly.
“Ah, I get it now,” I spoke quietly. “This will be interesting., Bears are comedy gold, after all.”

Daily #4 7/4/2022

Word count: 710

Part one, ambiguous: 329 words

“Did you see the red bat last night?” Donna asks in a low voice, coming up from behind.
“What?” Lina whispers back, sounding a bit confused and surprised. “When was it?”
She responds, “Like around 7. When Alex threw the ball, everyone went wild! It was crazy!” Donna’s eyes dart around the hallways, “It went left, but it didn’t go far enough.”
“What a bummer. I hope everyone is safe,” Lina responds worriedly.
“The guys were a bit mad that they didn’t win,” Donna says with a smirk, “but I won my bet, so I’ve got money to treat you for lunch.”
Lina and Donna turn the corner and Lina clutches her books closer to her chest. “Why, what did you bet? It better have been cruelty free.”
“The boys got some cruelty, but that’s about it. The team was down though. I bet they will be for a while too.” Donna declares.
“But what about the red bat?” Lina asks, wondering if it was safe.
Donna give her a awkward smile. “What about it? I mean, I can’t believe Oliver would have painted his bat, but he did what he did. Or was that Ollie? Those twins always confuse me.”
“Why would he do such a thing?” Lina cries out, “Those chemicals could seriously hurt it!”
“Woah, slow down,” Donna says, taken aback by Lina’s strong feelings about the topic. “I’m sure it was safe and Oliver, Ollie, whatever his name is, probably didn’t want to damage his bat.”
“Urgh! The bat better stay healthy or those guys will be over with!” Lina fumes.
Donna says, confused, “Why do you want the opposing team’s baseball bat to be healthy? And why does the bat need to stay healthy in general?”
Lina’s cheeks turn rosy. “Uh, sorry. Must have been a misunderstanding. I’ll be on my way home and help with the bat house.” She starts off out the door. “Bye!”
“Bye?” Donna waves, “Wonder what that was about…”


Part 2, vague: 381 words
“I mean they got back safely, or in one piece, I suppose.” Dylan responds.
“Who got back in one piece? Cynthia demands from her brother.
He mutters, “Charlie.” Seeing the shocked expression that had taken over for face, he quickly adds, “I wasn’t trying to do anything to her-”
“What did you do to Mommy’s boyfriend?” Cynthia bursts, “I’m going to tell her, she’s not going to be happy!”
Dylan shouts at a running Cynthia, “No! Not Charles! And Mom’s already patching her up.”
His sister’s face contorts into a confuse expression. “Why would /she/ need patching up?” she asks in a hushed tone.
Gulping, Dylan replies, “Well- uh- you see… She was in my car and we had a little…”
“Yes?” Cynthia pries.
“A little- little… accident?” Dylan responds in a uncertain tone.
“I hope she’s okay I hope she’s okay!” she chants, starting to pace around the room. “Dylan, what time was it?”
“Around 4, why?” Dylan asks, looking up from his phone.
“She was supposed to be figure skating then,” Cynthia states, “If only she was at figure skating, this would all be fine, right?”
“This is absurd! First you want me to feed her — I get that, kind of — but figure skating? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?” Dylan fumes.
Cynthia starts to cry. “So you didn’t even feed her? Why would you do that?” Cynthia snuffles, “You’re my big brother…”
“I could of, but I was so embarrassed by my friends that I just got a sandwich.” Dylan replies, softer this time.
“I don’t understand,” Cynthia says, wiping her tears, “How could you do that to my best friend?”
Dylan sighed, “Look, I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time. I’ll try to keep her in the go-cart next time. Man, that stuffed bunny can handle anything.”
“What?” Cynthia asks, puzzled. She stays quiet for a few minutes. “Oh!” she exclaims. “So, not Charles, Mommy’s boyfriend, not Charlie, my best friend, but Charlie, my bunny! I understand now, I think.”
Now it was Dylan’s turn to look confused. Then he starts laughing. “Sorry for worrying you,” he responds with a smile, “And I promise that Charlie is perfectly fine, just a stitch came loose. Come on, let’s go and see if she’s all fixed up.”

daily 7/4/22 - 754 words

ambiguous - 350 words (this only really works when read aloud)
“What am I?” the small creature asked his mother.
“What do you mean, what are you? Why, you're a boar!” the mother replied.
“Excuse me?” the boar looked offended. “I am NOT a bore! How could you? You were supposed to say something- I don't know- encouraging. Not THAT! Plus, I'm the most exciting person I've ever met!” For dramatic effect, the creature pulled out a shiny, feathery boa seemingly out of nowhere.
“Well honey, just because you're a boar doesn't mean you can't be exciting. Don't get so upset! There's nothing wrong with being a boar! In fact, you should be happy, since, at least in my opinion, boars are cool.”
“How are bores cool? They're so- well- /boring/!” the young boar cried in response. The boar's mother looked very confused, not quite sure how to respond to that.
“Well, I guess everyone and everything can be a bit boring at times, but that's not always a bad thing. Plus, it's not that unusual. I don't think boars are particularly boring compared to everyone else…”
“But how can they not be?!? It's literally in the title: bores. Bore-ing? Do you not see it?”
“I don't quite see what you're talking about- after all, the two are spelled very differently.”
“I h8te to say this to you since it sounds rude, but I think you're just really, really bad at spelling, mom. Clearly /bore/ and /boring/ have the same roots! I mean they mean practically the exact same thing!”
“Wait, which boar are you talking about? Boar or bore?” the boar's mom asked, finally beginning to understand what might be happening, “I think there was a slight misunderstanding - I was referring to the animal boar, spelled b-o-a-r, but I think you might have been thinking of the boring bore, spelled b-o-r-e.” The mother watched as recognition dawned on the small boar's face.
“Ohhh that makes SO much more sense! I thought you were calling me boring!”
“No, I would never call you boring! I'm sorry you misunderstood me, I'll try to be more clear next time!”
“Okay!” the creature cried.

vague - 404 words
She ran up to my desk at full speed, just barely screeching to a stop as she arrived. “Did you do it?” she demanded.
“Do what?” I replied, thoroughly confused. “You know, the thing!” she looked almost sad that I didn't understand her.
“I don't think I know what you're talking about… you could be referring to a lot of ‘things’…”
“Ugh! I can't believe you didn't remember! You never remember /anything/ I talk about! You know, the thing where you have to do the thing!” I looked at her blankly and she sighed, clearly exasperated for some reason. “The thing? Where you do the thing? So then I can do the thing? So then I don't get in trouble for doing the other thing?”
“OH, you mean THAT thing!” I cried, realizing that it might be better to pretend that I totally understood her, “Silly me, I thought you were talking about the OTHER thing! You know, that OTHER thing where that thing happened with that person so I couldn't do the thing because then I would get in trouble for not doing the other other thing?”
Now it was her turn to look confused. “I have no clue what you're talking about!” she responded, “but you should know what thing /I'm/ talking about because it's IMPORTANT! Plus, if I don't end up doing the thing, then you'll have to do the thing, then if you have to do the thing, then that means I have to do the other thing AND that you don't get to do the other thing! So it's a fair deal. Come onnn, please just help me out here,” she begged.
“I would if I could just know WHAT you're talking about!” I snapped back, annoyed with this whole little ‘fun game’ she was playing with me. “Just tell me what you need me to do, or stop bothering me about it!”
She rolled her eyes at me. “I can't believe you don't remember THE thing. Mom's going to be sooo mad at you. If you would just go with me to the place to get the thing to do the thing, then everything would be so much easier! But no, I guess you have to do EVERYTHING the hard way!” She stormed off, leaving me sitting alone, feeling confused and helpless.
Then it hit me. “Wait!” I called after her, but she ignored me and kept walking.

Daily
7/4/2022
569 words

Ambiguity: 265 words

“Yes, totally! I agree – that is a very good point, Phil. Now the two of us see eye to eye.” Mr. Simmons praised his son.

“Yeah, but you don’t get it, Mr. Simmons. We still don’t see eye to eye.” said Phil, looking at the floor.

“No, I get it. You explained perfectly. Unless you have a different stance than me, we do see eye to eye.”

“No, Mr. Simmons. I do have a different stance. I don’t agree that we see eye to eye.”

Mr. Simmons started to get frustrated. He stooped down to Phil’s level. “Look, Philip, you said you disagree with what is going on in our country and I said I also disagree. Do you get that?”

Phil nodded. He looked rather uncomfortable, nodding at the floor. “Yeah, I get that.”

“Thank goodness.” Mr. Simmons, evidently quite frustrated, turned and walked away. “We do see eye to eye, Phil.”

“Wait, but I just told you that we don’t!”

Mr. Simmons spun on his heel and glared at Phil. “Why is that? Is it because I’m angry? Because you children are just oh so immature that you won’t even take a compliment?”

Phil looked at the floor. “No. Well, maybe partly. It’s just because we don’t. I don’t think we will for a while.”

“Maybe when you’re older we can have this discussion, then.” Mr. Simmons said. “Clearly you are changing far too fast to have a reasonable, proper discussion at this age.”

Phil nodded brightly. “I'm sure we'll see eye to eye then!”

Mr. Simmons eyed him. “I sure hope so.”

Vagueness: 304 words

“I lost my favorite water bottle!” cried Petunia.

Petunia’s mother tried in vain to comfort her, but all the little toddler wanted was to find it again. “Okay, which one was it, sweetheart?”

“It. . . it has water in it.” Petunia bawled. “I want it back.”

“Was it the one with the fairies? Or the plain metal one?”

“It was. . . it was really nice and- and- and- it was good!”

“I don’t know what you mean, honey. Can you tell me where you lost it?”

Petunia stopped her fits of crying abruptly and then started again. “I lost it. . . somewhere! Somewhere! That’s where I lost it!”

“Honey, that isn’t helpful.” Her mother sighed and patted her on the back. “Do you remember when you last used it?”

“The last time I used it. . . I had a sip of water.” Petunia said through her tears. “That’s what I did. I drank water. Because I want. . . I wanted. . .”

“Yes?”

“I wanted water.” Petunia said triumphantly.

Petunia’s mother fought back a groan. “Sweetheart, if you don’t give me any details, I can’t help you find your water bottle.”

“Details?” Petunia trembled. “Like what?”

“When did you realize you lost it?”

“I lost it. . . when it disappeared and I couldn’t find it.” Petunia said, looking up at her mother hopefully. Her mother just sighed, tired of Petunia’s circular thinking.

“I don’t think I can help you with this.” said her mother carefully.

“But- but- it was my favorite!” Petunia sobbed.

“Which one was your favorite?”

“The one I liked the most!” Petunia screamed, and her mother simply stroked her hair, hoping she would get over the loss of her water bottle sooner than later, because she knew there was little chance they’d ever find it.

*DISCLAIMER! THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON I AM DOING SO MUCH STUFF ON SPACE! AND PEOPLE SLAPPING THEIR FACES!*

Ambiguous script -
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“Charles, get ready to blast off! The Delta niner will soon be shot into the deep dark pit of-” Before he could finish his sentence, he had rushed off. Captain shook his head, and took his place at the computers. As he prepared the launch sequence, he noticed Charles marching in with… Sledgehammers? And… Dynamite? As he hurried down the stairs, they started breaking the cement with the sledgehammers. “Charles! What is the meaning of this?”
“Well sir, you said we would be blasting the Delta niner into a deep dark pit! Not what we planned, so it might have to be postponed until the pit is ready.” Captain slapped his face.

Part two of Ambiguous script -

“Jamie!” his mother called. “Make some space in your closet! There’s not enough space in there for your new clothes.”
“What does space have to do with clothes?” Jamie asked.
“Oh come on, you know! I’m going to the grocery store – Be done with it by then!”
Jamie ran into the basement and grabbed some black paint and paintbrushes. He didn’t know why he had to make space, but he was going to try. He pulled his clothes out, and began to paint.
——————————————————————————————————————–
Jamie's mother entered the house, setting the bags onto the counter. “Jamie! Are you done?”
“Almost! Come up and see it!” he yelled from his room, a tint of pride in his voice. As she entered, she slapped her face, understanding what was happening.

Vague script -
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*RING RING*
Delilha picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello miss, I found a dog.” Delilah jumped with joy.
“My dog??”
“Uhm, I think so..”
“What does she look like?” she asked.
“Kinda brown, or gray.. Don’t really remember..”
“Don’t you have her?” she hissed.
“Uh… Think I let her outside or something.” Delilah slapped her face.
“Ok… Did you check her weight?”
“Urm… Don’t really remember. Maybe like 60 pounds? Or no 90? 100?” he stuttered
“Look, where do you live? I’ll come over and check her out.” she asked impatiently.
“Um.. I’m at a store right now..”
“Ok, but you can still tell me your address! Wait… You let her outside, at a store?” she said, worry replacing her impatience.
“Uh, gotta call you back.” he said, and hung up.
A few hours later…
*RING RING*
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Delilah?”
“Yes..”
“I believe I found your dog. She’s white with brown splotches. Her collar says, ‘Daisy’.”
“Wait a second..”
“That is your dog, correct?”
“Yes.. Could you tell me your address, I’ll come pick her up.”
“—— – - —– —”
“Thank you!” she said, writing that down on a piece of paper. She hung up, and dialed the first man's phone number.
“Hi sweetie!”
“Mom??”
“Yeah! You know, you didn’t need to call me. You’re literally upstairs.”
“Sorry, I think I called the wrong number..” she said, and hung up.
Just then, her brother ran into the room.
“Did you find your dog?” he asked mischievously.
“DANIEL!” she shouted, as he broke into giggles, and ran out of the room.

le weekly #1 - 4000 words exactly because I'm super cool like that

I'm just gonna put a disclaimer that fan-fiction is clearly not quite where my talents lie

part 1 - 723 words
TW: d34th, thr34ts, etc.
oh and also spoiler alert from Avengers: Endgame

Lydia from Beetlejuice the Musical
series continuing or ended: ended
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: straight
species: human
strengths: smart, kind, serious, funny, clever
weaknesses: dark/sad, obsessed with d34th, misses her mom, dislikes her dad
general view of life: slightly hateful
tendencies: tends to be obsessed with death and usually tries to do anything to bring her mom back/get revenge on her dad - improving
situations:
sees a ghost
emotions: excited, wary, confused
awareness of others: other than the ghost, not really, although she does think of her parents
next step: tries to use the ghost to bring back her mom or to get revenge on her dad
outcome: usually not the desired outcome
scenario: Lydia tries to prank her neighbors but instead ends up summoning the ghost of Iron Man (this was set during the musical when Beetlejuice and Lydia had taken over the house)

“Hey Beetlejuice!” Lydia called out. He looked up, wondering what could possibly be so important that she had to interrupt his scare-party. “Wanna go do something fun?”
"Isn't this already fun enough? I mean, we've scared everyone who has come to the door so far!“ He grinned wickedly, chuckling to himself.
”Yeah, but something else? I've got a good idea!“ Beetlejuice raised his eyebrows as a question. ”First, we can prank call the neighbors saying we're going to summon the greatest ghost of their past, and then we can go over to their house and actually do it!“ she laughed, then paused. ”Wait, you can do that, right?“
”Yeah, of course I can!“ he replied, laughing manically.
”Alright then, we've agreed,“ Lydia continued with a grin. She wandered the house for a few moments, searching for the nearest phone. ”How can we call them so that they don't know it's us?“ she wondered aloud.
”Who cares if they know that were the ones calling them?“ Beetlejuice asked.
”True, but don't we want to make it seem even creepier?“
”All right then,“ Beetlejuice conceded, ”I guess I can help with that." He procured a phone seemingly out of nowhere and handed it to Lydia. She grinned again and opened the phone, dialing the number with care. She held the phone up to her ear, holding up a finger to Beetlejuice. Not yet.
“Hello?” she asked, voice dripping with false sweetness. She paused for a few moments. “Yes, yes- no. I'm not your neighbor,” her voice turned venomous as she added, “I'm here to thr34ten you. If you don't give us all your money right now, then we'll summon the worst ghost of your past,” she paused as Beetlejuice began v10lently shaking his head no. She covered the phone with one hand. “What's that Beetlejuice? We have no need for money? Oh, right.” She uncovered the phone. "Actually, don't give us your money. This is just a warning that we will, in fact, be summoning the worst ghost of your past, whether you like it or not.“ She hung up. ”There we go,“ she said to Beetlejuice, as though she hadn't just been thr34tening her neighbors. She walked out of the house, holding the door open for Beetlejuice, until she remembered that he couldn't leave the house. ”Well, can you do it from here?“ she asked impatiently.
”I can try,“ he replied, ”but I'm not sure if it will work.“
”Try!“ she shouted, ”this HAS to work!“
”Alright, alright, I'm going!“ he answered, holding his hands up in the air. He began to summon the ghost, trying with all his might to pull this epic prank. And there it was! One terrifying, haunting gho- ”What?!?" Beetlejuice yelped, confused. The ghost emerged wearing a full Iron Man costume. One that actually worked. “Are you- are you I-Iron Man?” he asked, shocked, “as in, like, the real, actual Iron Man?” The man nodded.
“Yes, I am, now can you please tell me what just happened? One minute I was destroying the infinity stones; the next, I ended up here! I need to go back!” he cried.
“Oookkaay, I think you're fine…” Beetlejuice tried nervously, slowly edging away, “I'm just- gonna- send you back where you came from.” He sent Iron Man back, then sprinted away, faster than Lydia had ever seen anyone run before.

part 2 - 1446 words
based off of Kaz and Wylan from Six of Crows (spoiler alert)

Kaz is very serious, and almost never allows himself to give in to his weaknesses at any time, including his l0ve for Inej and his injured leg. Even when offered the opportunity to heal the injury, he refused since he was afraid it would make him look week. His one weakness that he allows is his dislike of touching people, so he wears gloves, but never mentions them or acknowledges any of the rumors. He does also have a weakness towards Pekka Rollins, since he believes the crime boss to be responsible for his brother, Jordie's, d3ath, which is in some ways accurate. However, he is incredibly intelligent and almost always has excellent plans and backup plans. He is constantly scheming, although rarely shares entire plans with anyone other than himself. He is fierce and usually refuses to give in, which is how he manages to gain the help of his gang even after its leader publicly turns against him and orders his arrest and d34th. (166)

Wylan is relatively innocent, particularly when compared to the other main characters in Six of Crows. He grew up as the son of a rich mercher, so he received a good education and didn't need to go to the Barrel in order to survive. He probably would never have ended up there except for the fact that his main weakness was his inability to read. This caused his father to shame him and, since he would probably never be able to get a good job, his father sent him off on a train under the premises of going to a music boarding school when he had actually ordered people to k1ll him. Wylan then managed to escape and went to the Barrel to be able to better hide from his father. There, he used his intelligence to get a good job, which was when he was noticed by Kaz and brought to join the gang since he earned more money that way. Now, Wylan uses his science skills to make w3apons of various sorts, although he is not particularly useful in a f1ght. (183)

Kaz - We stood in front of Van Eck, offering a fair deal. At least that's what he thought. And, I suppose, what the rest of the team thought as well, excluding Wylan, Kuwei, and Nina. Oh well, they'd find out soon enough. Hopefully, at least. I tuned back in to the old man's ramblings about his son's worthlessness. I suppose I could learn something useful at some point. My eyes go wide. So that's why Wylan was kicked out. I never knew he couldn't read. I got lost in my thoughts again for a few more minutes, until Inej tapped my shoulder. He wanted Wylan. Or, well, Kuwei. Wylan/Kuwei walked over dutifully, and Van Eck smiled. Something was up. “Alright, we gave you Kuwei, now give us the money.” He shook his head and pulled out a w3apon. “You were never leaving this island alive. Now that I have what I want, I'll be leaving.” He stood up to leave as at least ten Grisha appeared. Were they using parem? I couldn't tell. He pressed a button, and I watched our ship go up in flames. A pity really. It was a good ship. Oh well, the plan must go on anyways. “See, you would be leaving,” I began slowly, wanting to savor the moment for as long as possible, “if that were really Kuwei. Now give us our money, and we'll be on our way,” I finished. His eyes went wide with shock, as his mouth widened into a large, round ‘o’ shape. He didn't really think we wouldn't double cross him, did he? I watched as he examined the false Kuwei, who was none other than Wylan. I could feel the questioning stares of my teammates burning into my back. They didn't need to know. It wasn't necessary, and the plan would go far more smoothly if they didn't know. Van Eck continued examining his son, who he still believed to be Kuwei Yul-Bo. And why would he think of anything else. He didn't know that Nina had used parem. He probably didn't even know that a Grisha using parem could be capable of such flawless tailoring. I watched as a slow recognition began to dawn on his face. The question of, if not Kuwei, then who? Who was he holding captive. I smiled to myself, knowing we had out-tricked a master of trickery. Although I am something of a master of trickery, myself. How else could we have managed to break into the Ice Court and kidnap what was probably one of the world's most well-protected prisoners? Anyways, after that it became a blur of how could you in my brain, over and over. Van Eck said something about k1ll1ng the whole crew, and, being the stup1d, stup1d person that I am, I looked straight at Inej. Only for a brief few seconds, but long enough for him to know. Then it was over. Everything was over. She was gone. I'd lost Inej. (500)

Wylan - The only thoughts coursing through my brain at that moment were why am I doing this? I mean, honestly, I didn't have to volunteer myself to be tailored by Nina. Someone else could have done it. Why was I so stup1d? This was clearly a terrible idea, and I was just walking right into this trap. I just had to keep reminding myself of why I was doing this. I needed to know what he truly thought of me. I didn't know if I was ready for the truth or not, or whether I would regret my decision later, but I had to know. If he truly h8ted me, as I suspect he did, then so be it. If he truly tried to have me k1lled, then, again, so be it. I was done trying to impress him, to prove myself to him. Or maybe I wasn't. But still, I had to know what he truly thought, for him to know that I understood that and didn't care. Or at least pretended not to care. Oh look, I thought, and now he's sharing the story of my true weakness, how I can't read. To everyone. Now everyone knows how much of a failure I am. I saw Kaz trying to argue with my da- no, Van Eck. I clearly wasn't his son, so I decided he wouldn't be my father, either. Anyways, Kaz was protesting at this. Apparently Van Eck thought that it would be some funny kind of cruel joke to send me letters like that. Oh and look, it turns out he did want me d34d, after all. No surprise there. It still stung though, more than I would have expected. I had to stop letting him get to me like that. He was just another rich mercher now. Nothing he said should have bothered me- not any more than something someone else could have said about me. He could pretend like I was dead, for all I cared. Actually, he did sort of do that, but that's not quite the point. Anyways, I tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear him ask for me. Well, Kuwei, that is. Don't talk, Kaz had told me. Van Eck couldn't know my true identity, or the whole plan would backfire before it even started. I walked over slowly and cautiously, wanting so badly to be able to talk, to tell him who I truly was, but I held back. Soon. Soon he would get what he deserved, I promised myself. Now I just had to wait until Kaz got the money, and then I could go. I didn't really follow what happened next, but soon everyone had their w34pons drawn and my dad was ordering for our boat to be destroyed. The boat that I was supposedly still on. You don't care what he does to you. He's not your father. I kept repeating those words to myself as if, the more times I said them, the more true they would become. Then, after blowing up the boat, he ordered for all of our team to be k1lled. Then, in almost the blink of an eye, he stopped the order and instead took Inej. I looked over at Kaz in confusion. This wasn't supposed to happen. His face was a mask of complete, impassive calm. So calm that I almost wondered if this had been part of the plan. But no, it couldn't be. Kaz wasn't that cruel, was he? (597)

part 3 - 944 words
I don't know I guess I did a thing
modern au
high school au
chatfic

Group Chat
Natasha: hey everyone! I'm coming to Moscow for summer camp while waiting for Andrey to come back from vacation!
Sonya: Yay! I'm so glad you decided to come to camp with me
Pierre: can't wait to see you there

later

Natasha, Marya, Sonya
Natasha: on the ground in Moscow!
/Sonya sent a photo to Natasha, Marya, Sonya/
Marya Dmitrievna: On my way to pick you guys up
Natasha: eee so excited

Prince Bolkonsky and Mary
PB: MARY HAVE YOU SEEN MY GLASSES
Mary: uhhh no
PB: WELL HELP ME FIND THEM
Mary: okay I'll come help in a sec
PB: NOW
Mary: okay, okay
PB: I CAN'T FIND THEM ANYWHERE
Mary: did you check your desk
PB: YES THEY'RE NOT THERE
Mary: …
Mary: what about your head
PB: YES OF COURSE I CHECKED MY HEAD I'M NOT STUPID
PB: Wait never mind they're on my head
Mary: told you
Mary: you've been getting a bit forgetful lately

Mary and Natasha
Natasha: hi
Mary: hello
Natasha: umm
Mary: …
Natasha: so I guess you're Andrey's sister, right?
Mary: …
Mary: yes
Mary: you already knew that though
Natasha: uhh so nice to meet you
Mary: yup
Natasha: how are you doing
Mary: …
Mary: good
Natasha: … got it
Mary: okay I gtg
Mary: bye
Natasha: …
Natasha: okay?
Mary: oh by the way you're weird
Mary: and vain
Mary: I don't like you
Natasha: wow you're kinda cold
Natasha: did I upset you somehow?
Mary: …
Natasha: or offend you?
Mary has left the chat
Natasha: oh
Natasha: okay then
Natasha: gosh, I miss Andrey

Marya and Natasha
Marya: Are you ready to go to camp? It looks like you'll have a movie night once you get there!
Natasha: okay I'm coming to the car now

COOL CAMP MOVIE NIGHT PEOPLEEEE
Natasha: hi everyone! nice to meet you all!
Random camper: shhhhhhhh I'm trying to watch the movie
Natasha: okay then
Natasha: sorry
/twenty minutes later/
Natasha: is anyone else bored by this movie?
Random camper: shhhhhh
Anatole: HIIIIIII SORRY I'M LATE EVERYONE BUT MY FRIEND SAVED A SPOT IN THE FRONT ROW SO I'M JUST GONNA WALK PAST EVERYONE IF THAT'S OKAY? OKAY GREAT I KNEW YOU'D ALL AGREE WITH ME

Anatole and Natasha
Anatole: HI I HEARD YOU WERE BORED BY THE MOVIE
Natasha: uhh yeah i guess
Anatole: DO YOU WANT TO PLAY ONLINE CHECKERS THEN
Natasha: umm okay sure why not
/Anatole sent the link to online checkers/
Anatole: OH AND BTW UR KINDA PRETTY
Natasha: i already have a boyfriend
Anatole: OH OKAY THEN
Anatole: SORRY
Natasha: it's okay

Natasha's group chat with herself
Natasha: okay but anatole is kinda h0t
Natasha's second account: you literally already have a boyfriend
Natasha's second account: remember andrey? or have you already forgotten about him
Natasha: uggghhh but I don't know what to doooo

Anatole, Dolokhov, Pierre
Anatole: HEY PIERRE
Pierre: what?
Pierre: I'm busy studying
Anatole: WHY ARE YOU STUDYING?
Anatole: YOU'RE LITERALLY AT CAMP
Pierre: I don't want to get behind on my studies though!
Anatole: YEAH BUT THERE'S A DANCE PARTY TONIGHT
Anatole: DOLOKHOV AND I ARE GOING
Anatole: RIGHT DOLOKHOV?
Dolokhov: Mhm yup whatever you say
Anatole: ANYWAYS YOU HAVE TO COME
Anatole: IT WILL BE SOOOO MUCH FUN
Pierre: okay fine
Pierre: this is against my better judgement, but I'll go
Anatole: OH AND BY THE WAY THAT NATASHA GIRL IS REALLY PRETTY
Anatole: ANYONE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER?
Pierre: she's like wayyy younger than you
Pierre: plus you're both already dating
Anatole: YEAH BUT LIKE-
Pierre: dOloKHoV wHat DiD yOu jUst sAy
Dolokhov: I- uh-
Dolokhov: …
Pierre: I'M SO MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW
Pierre: I challenge you to a water gun duel
Dolokhov: okay fine

Natasha's group chat with herself
Natasha: what happened at the opera?
Natasha: I'm so confused
Natasha: do I even deserve Andrey's love?
Natasha: what do I do?

Helene and Natasha
Helene: Hey Natasha
Helene: Are you going to the camp dance?
Natasha: uhh no i wasn't really planning on it
Natasha: why
Helene: Aw man
Helene: Come on
Helene: It will be soo fun
Helene: You're going to regret not going
Natasha: yeah but it kinda sounds boring ngl
Helene: I already picked out a dress for you and everything though
Natasha: ughh fine i guess i'll go but ONLY because you asked me to

Natasha and Anatole
Anatole: HEY NATASHA
Anatole: THAT DANCE WAS REALLY FUN
Natasha: yeah… i guess
Natasha: i don't really know
Natasha: i mean it was fine and all, but…
Anatole: AND IT MADE ME REALIZE SOMETHING TOO
Natasha: ?
Anatole: I KINDA WANT TO K1SS YOU
Natasha: …
Anatole: OR LIKE REALLY
Natasha: i've already told you i'm literally dating someone
Anatole: OH YEAH?
Anatole: WELL THEN, WHERE IS HE NOW?
Anatole: OR DOES HE NOT CARE ABOUT YOU ENOUGH FOR THAT?
Natasha: …
Natasha: he's on vacation
Anatole: WOW, SO HE DESERTED YOU?
Natasha: no, no it's not like that
Natasha: i promise
Natasha: his parents forced him to go
Natasha: otherwise he wouldn't have gone
Natasha: he tried to stay
Anatole: ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?
Anatole: THAT COULD EASILY BE A LIE
Natasha: no, i saw him arguing with his parents
Anatole: …
Anatole: OH
Anatole: WELL THEN
Anatole: MAYBE HE'S NOT LYING THEN
Natasha: yeah i know that
Natasha: obviously
Natasha: i don't even know why i'm still talking to you

Natasha's group chat with herself
Natasha: aahhh i don't know
Natasha: do i actually like andrey?
Natasha: or do i like anatole?
Natasha: i don't knowwwww
Natasha: why is my life so confusing?
/narrator has entered the chat/
narrator: and now it's time for intermission everyone

part 4 - 887 words
(this is entirely fictional, any characters other than myself don't actually exist, the use of mystery as a cabin is entirely randomized, and this isn't actually my first SWC session, I just thought it could make a cool story )

I wander through the halls, lost on my first day of SWC. Everyone else seems to know where they are going, but they all look so… busy. Campers rush past, frantically writing and typing out stories as they go, eyes glued to their screens. I don't want to bother them, or to distract them from that calm feeling of focus you get when you're writing. It can take ages to get that focused again. So I keep wandering aimlessly through the halls, hoping that I'll find my destination eventually, or that someone will finally notice and take pity on me. That would be nice, although it doesn't seem likely. I'm sure everyone's super friendly here, but it gets competitive, especially with precious mangoes on the line. That's right. This year, the prize for winning is a lifetime membership to Mangoes and More for every member of the winning cabin. That would be like a dream come true for me. Mangoes and More is a store that opened a few years ago with locations in any town of the universe, and they sell anything and everything mango-related, including numerous different types of mangoes. I pass several rooms that look like labs. Judging from the amount of smoke and flames emanating from the rooms, I hope that they're labs. Or maybe campers are just experimenting with ars0n. Or both. Who knows, honestly. I push through the double doors at the end of the hall, wondering if maybe the main cabin is in a separate building, like all the other cabins. It would have been logical for the main cabin to have been with the writing hangout areas, but who knows. If only the tour I got at the beginning of camp had been more helpful. When I arrived with my bags, nervous and excited, I was directed towards a friendly person who guided me down a path and pointed out my cabin to me. I entered, and that was the end of the tour. At least most of the cabins are pretty self-explanatory. I think I've found most of them by now, except for this annoying main cabin. The other cabins are all decorated like their genre. I think my personal favorite would have to be fairy tales, which is on an elevated glass platform, designed to look like it's floating. The cabin itself is shaped like an enormous mushroom, with shrubbery surrounding it. The cabin has various wind chimes and other hanging decorations designed to look like fairies. I suppose the adventure theme park looks pretty cool too. The whole cabin is essentially a carnival! They even have a roller coaster that campers can ride surrounding the cabin! Thriller, the one cabin I haven't really seen up close yet, is apparently on a faraway island that's a thirty minute boat ride away! I had let myself get so distracted with my thoughts of all the amazingly cool cabins that I hadn't realized myself wandering off the path! Now I'm way off the path, completely surrounded by trees. Great. Now it looks like I'm lost in the woods on top of everything. I might as well start writing. I don't want to be the reason my cabin doesn't get mangoes. See, I had been trying to help my cabin by turning in my daily to the main cabin, but I got turned around and now I'm here. What to write about, though? I let myself take inspiration from my surroundings, as I usually do, and decided to write a story about a young character who gets lost in the woods. However, in my story, the character eventually makes it out of the woods. As for myself, I'm not so sure the chances of me finding my way out of the forest before the end of camp are so good. I might as well make the most of it while I'm here though. It is pretty calm and peaceful out here, so I guess that's not so bad. It would be nice to be able to meet my cabin, though. Well, they'll understand when I tell them I got temporarily lost in the woods. I wander around for a few moments, trying to see if there's a good spot to sit and write. Finally, I find a tree with a large enough space hollowed out in its trunk to sit in. I poke my head in, surprised to see a girl sitting inside the tree already! “Oh, hello!” I exclaim, “Sorry to bother you, I can go now.” She looks up, startled. She blinks a few times as if I were a figment of her imagination. “How did you find this place? No one ever comes back here!” She honestly doesn't look too annoyed with me, just surprised and confused. I hang my head in embarrassment as I remember her question. “I- well- uh- you see, I kinda sorta maybe happened to get lost on my way to the main cabin, then found myself here.” “Oh,” she replies, as if this is a perfectly reasonable and normal explanation. “I can show you where the main cabin is, if you want. Unless, of course, you don't want to find it. Then you could kindly let mystery win,” she smiles slightly evilly. “That would be great, thanks!” I reply, very relieved.

July 4th daily (582 words total)

Vagueness (270 words)
Zara was walking to school when she bumped into her friend, Nicole. Nicole was busy talking to some classmates, Rachel and Charlie, who looked bored and confused.
“I went to do something with him and did this thing.” Nicole told them.
“You did what with who, and did what?” Zara asked.
“Zara! Why hello! I’m just talking about how I did that with him over there and did that thing with him as well.” Nicole smiled
Zara is now starting to understand why Rachel and Charlie were confused. “What, when, where, who?”
“What, that thing I keep on telling you and the thing near there as well. When, sometime a week ago. Where, over on the left of the park. Who, a little kid that my mom wanted me to do something with.” Nicole explained.
Zara sighed. One of the downsides of Nicole is her explanations. “What do you keep telling me, what is near that, when a week ago, and which side of the park is left, and how much left of the park? Also, which park? And, who is that?”
“You forgot?! Going to see the hit movie, and the park nearby! Around Saturday, the side that points to the theater, about a kilometer, the one near Willow Hills, and my pesky little brother.”
Zara sighed again. At least it is better than it could have been. “So last Saturday, you took your little brother to the theater, and then took him to the park?”
“Yeah! What’s so confusing about that?” Nicole asked.
Zara tried to hide a chuckle. Nicole is funny, yet she doesn’t know it sometimes.


Ambiguity (312 words)
Tallia was bored out of her mind listening to Jacky, a friend. They were on the bus going to school, and Tallia and a few other friends were listening to Jacky talk about a game last night. To Tallia, it was more like bragging. Jacky was nice and cool, aside from when she boasts about things.
“We were one point down, I had the ball, I was on the opposite side of the court, and there were only a few seconds left,” Jacky told them. “I didn’t know anything else I could do and have a chance at making a basket, so I took the long shot.”
Tallia was confused. Jacky, from her past stories, was horrible at making long three-pointers. “But I t-” she started before Jacky interrupted her and continued.
“So, I passed the ball to Hartley, and ran forward. I just hoped that Hartley and everyone else knew what I was doing. Thankfully, they all did. She passed the ball along to Willow, and then Willow passed the ball to me when I was very close to the basket. And then I dunked it.” Jacky beamed proudly.
“How is a dunk a long shot?” Tallia asked.
“I was on the opposite side of the court, there were a few seconds left, and I didn’t know if the others knew my plan, duh.” Jacky explained.
“Do you really consider dunks long? If you shot it from all the way back, that is called a long shot.” Tallia said.
Jacky looked at her weirdly. Then she told Tallia, “A long shot. As in something risky-ish and kinda hard to achieve. Not as in doing it from all the way back.”
A bolt of realization hit Tallia. How had she forgotten about her idioms? Now it made sense. “Gah, all my idiom knowledge,” she chuckled. “They were all gone for a second.”

DAILY JULY 4

Vagueness

“Did you know-?” Mia said. But her best friend, Amy, interrupts.
“Stop. I’m sorry, but I have to go there now.” Amy said hastily.
“Where?” Mia asked, confused. “What do you mean by ‘there’?”
“I mean…” Amy stopped for dramatic effect. “There.”
“But where? Where do you have to go?” Mia asked again.
“It’s a big place with a red roof and you get delicious food there.” Amy smiled, getting ready to annoy her best friend.
“Um, a restaurant?” Mia guessed, trying to think of restaurants like that. “I’ve never seen a restaurant with a red roof. Can you just tell me already?”
“But I am! It has white walls too and it’s full of books.” Amy shook her head, giving Mia a shameful look.
“A library-café?”
“No!”
“Could you just tell me what you mean? I’m having a hard time guessing.”
“I’ve already told you! It’s a big place with a garden, delicious food, books, red roof and white walls.” Amy said again.
Mia groaned. “I don’t know of any such place. I give up.”
“But aren’t I already telling you? Ok, let me tell you again. It’s a big place with-” Amy started, sighing.
“Wait, wait, Amy. I get it, I get it. It’s a library-café, isn’t it?” Mia was starting to feel a bit hopeful. “Whatever would you do in a library-café after just having lunch?”
Amy spread out her hands, giving Mia a “you should be ashamed look”. She shook her head, sighing in hopelessness. “Haven’t I taught you anything, oh, Amelia?”
“Its Mia, and you know it. Amy, stop it.”
“I am not even doing anything. It’s a place I’m always visiting. Does that help?”
“My house? The park? Ummm, none of those have red roofs. Maybe…” Mia thought about it for a moment, and, suddenly lighting up, said. “YOUR house?”
Amy squealed in delight. “Yes!”
Mia sighed in relief. “FINALLY!”

Ambiguous

Me and my sister decided to make a cake today. I’m not a really talented baker, so I just brought the supplies she asked for. I didn’t have much of a contribution in it.
“Bring some sugar, please.” She requested, but to me it sounded more like an order. Anyway, I did what she asked. I got her a sack of sugar.
“Oh, no, no, no. Not this much! We only need a few cups.”
Next, I brought the milk and eggs for her.
“Milk and eggs, fast, and don’t bring too much this time.” She ordered again.
So I got her a glass of milk and a single egg. “Here you go. Not too much.”
“Ugh,” She groaned, slapping the table. “I hate you. You always annoy me like this.”
I laughed at her and zoomed off to the T.V as she made the cake. Another order right then.
“Get the flour!”
I was highly confused. “Flower? What for?”
“To make the cake, silly.” She moaned. “Get it done fast.”
So I went out all the way to the garden and plucked out five flowers for her. It was an odd request, but not like I had a say in what she wanted and how odd it was. I was tired but I made my way to her.
“Here you go. Your flowers.” I huffed and puffed like mad.
My sister was in a shock. She kept gasping for what seemed like forever. “You silly, silly goose. You’re SUCH a fool! I asked you to get the ‘flour’, not the ‘flowers’!”
“Did you need only one flower then?”
“No! I meant the powdery white stuff you use, not these plants! Why would I want to add flowers in a cake?”
I slapped my forehead. “Oh, so THAT is what you meant!” I laughed at myself and got her the “powdery white stuff” called flour.

Daily #4! 700 points to fairy tales, 787 words!

Vagueness:
Emma sat down at the table with the rest of her friends. She placed her lunch tray in front of her, then looked around. It was quiet.
“So, Emma, we have to start working on it.” One of them said. She didn’t bother to see who it was.
“Yeah, okay.” She muttered, picking up a pea.
There was silence yet again. Emma put the pea in her mouth.
“Does that mean we can do it at yours?”
“Um, I don’t know.” Emma said, finally looking up from her tray. Everyone was looking at her.
“What don’t you know?” A voice from beside her sounded. She wasn’t sure if it was real.
“What’s the plan? We can’t just do stuff.” Emma said, a little louder this time.
Her friends looked at each other.
“That’s what we’ve been trying to confirm with you this whole time?” One said.
“Let’s go for a walk.”
They all threw out their trash and started walking down the hall. People gave her weird looks as she strolled by.
“So, we’re doing it today, at your house, right? That was the plan.” Emma was confused.
“I don’t think you get what I’m trying to ask.” Emma muttered.
“Ugh. What don’t you understand, Emma? We’ve been talking about it for 2 days straight.” Emma didn't bother to see who this one was either, but she knew this one was mean. Emma took a deep breath in and out.
“I mean, what are we doing? Like, what is ‘it?’ What are we doing at my house? I never agreed to whatever you guys are planning on doing.”
She could feel everyone’s eyes on her.
“The summoning, of course. So that you can be a ghost, just like us.”
Emma halted, and looked up at all of her friends.
But there was no one there.
Ambiguity:
Emma strolled over to the lunch table with all of her friends sitting around it, and sat down.
She placed her full tray down on the table, then looked up at all of her friends. It was eerily quiet, and Emma smelled mischief.
“Wh-What? What are you guys planning now?” Emma asked suspiciously, staring into all of her friends eyes.
“So, Emma, we have to start working on that chemistry project. It’s due in two days, after all…” Hanna, a brunette friend of Emma’s threw her arm across Emma’s shoulder. Emma brushed it off, sliding away from Hanna.
“What do you mean, chemistry project? And what do you mean, due in two days..?”
Josie, a sweet but strong friend of Emma’s, green eyes glinted.
“I told you to pay attention in class a few days ago, but you just wouldn’t listen…” Josie smirked.
Emma stabbed her fork into her pea violently.
“Ugh! I don’t even have a group-”
“Don’t worry, Ems, you’re already in our group.” Hanna reassured her. Emma groaned.
“Of course I am.”
All of the girls except for Emma exchanged silent glances and smirks.
“So, I suppose that means we’ll be doing it at your house?” Roth, a funny girl with a British accent questioned.
“Uhm, what? I never agreed to that!” Emma shoved her fork into her mouth. “You can’t just use me and my assets!”
“Okay then, I guess you’re just not in our group then-”
“UGH, fine! You can use my house. Are you happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
There was silence for a minute, then Emma spoke up.
“What are we even doing? We can’t just go around doing some weird stuff.”
Emma could’ve sworn she noticed her friends give each other a fleeting nervous glance, but it could've just been a play of the light.
“What do you mean? We’re doing the chemistry project, like we told you.” Hope, a calm friend hummed.
“No, I mean, what type of chemistry project? A poster, slideshow, doc? Also, what about chemistry? Elements, genes, or something else?”
“U-Uhm, just a slideshow about elements, that’s all. We’ll take care of most of it, you can just sit back and relax…” Her friends gave each other devious grins.
Emma looked around, then sighed. It was obvious she wouldn’t be getting answers in this environment.
“Let’s go on a walk around the school, eh?” Emma threw out her trash, and her friends followed.
Once they were outside of the cafeteria, Emma tried one last time to pry the information out of them.
“What are you guys planning?”
They all flashed devious smirks.
“You think we would tell you? Tomorrow at 6:00 pm.” They all disbanded, leaving Emma standing in the middle of the hallway.
Little did Emma know, that by chemistry, they were talking about getting Emma to ask her crush to prom, which was just a few days away…