A few weeks ago I filled up my random writing book (It always feeling like such a big accomplishment.) Anyway I made a new one today (look above.) So even though I posted something I wrote in yesterdays post. I'm going to post another today. This is the first random story in my book...
I based it off of this prompt:
"Well this is a nice change of scenery."
"It's a prison cell."
"I was being sarcastic." Well sort of sarcastic. It was nice to be out of that jungle, even if that meant being caught by some crazy bounty hunters and thrown in jail. Personally I would have preferred being caught by some bell hops and thrown in a five star hotel. All in all I was getting quite sick of this ruff treatment. So what if we had stolen a million dollars worth of magical merchandise and then lost it all in quicksand. We could always work off the cost and it was highly unlikely the potion bottles and strange relics would do anything bad to the jungle. Though there was that one incident with the dragon getting loose at the North Pole, but this was nothing like that. No real harm done.
"I'm going to kill you." Roxane, my older sister, said. I could see the murderous rage rising up inside her. It was the same thing every time. Her eyes would lock onto me like some wild animal about to leap onto its prey. Her eyebrows would twitch. Back and forth, left then right. It was impossible to take her seriously with them twitching to rhythmically.
"Don't worry." I said, "Nan will get us out of this. She always does." Roxane stood sharply and pointed hard at me.
"That, that right there is what's wrong." She started to laugh maniacally. I sighed we were just going through the steps. Same old, same old. "Don't you see Jul?" I rolled my eyes. She slumped back down with a loud drawn out sigh. "Why do I always let you rope me into this sort of thing. I have a future to think about. I can't be involved in petty crimes like this."
"Are you saying we should aim higher? Because I though grand theft was pretty high on the scale?"
"No, no. I'm saying that its time we stop this all together. You're still pretty young so maybe it won't stay on your record. But me, I could get kept out of colleges for stuff like this."
I wanted to say 'Roxane, chill. You're 12' but our cell was opened before I could speak.
"Looks like you're free to go."
"Thanks Louis." I said and waved to the burly security guard. Roxane didn't say anything.
I jumped off of my coot and skipped down the hall. Roxane came trudging behind.
Nan was waiting for us. Nan was a large plump lady, and much taller than most of the men in our city. She could incase you in a hug, or paddle your backside with as much force and veracity as a gryphon that got woken to early from its nap. At the moment I wasn't sure which side of her to expect. She did nothing. Simply stood there towering over us with her hands on her hips. I shuffled my feet nervously.
"We're sorry aunt Nancy." Roxane said.
"Three weeks!" She finally spoke, her voice squeaky with tears. "You were missing for three weeks! Wanted posters everywhere. And the interviews, so many interviews 'are you aware that your nieces are wanted criminals? what do you think drove them to this desperate act?'" I could see the Roxane in her seeping through, "I worried about you, its never been this long, and all for what I might ask? Petty theft?" We looked sullen down at our feet.
"would it help if I told you it was grand theft?"
-Anna Lynn
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