Young Writers Society

Ala scribbles happily, drawing a cool sun, with cool sun glasses. 

She frowned.

Something was off. Something was missing. A shiver ran down her spine. She paused for a moment-

Ah! She needed to add some clouds! That was it.

Ala stood up, admiring her newest masterpiece, before beginning to make her way to the teacher, to show off her artistic talent, of course.

But alas, the path to victory is never clear, and before her stands her Arch Nemesis, Tiana.

“What is that?” The Evil Gremlin asked, pointing at Ala’s drawing. “It looks like an unprepossessing lily-livered blight upon Homo Sapiens.”

Ala shook her head in confusion, “What do those words even mean?” She paused, “Wait, never mind, since they are coming from your mouth, they probably mean something stupid.” She stepped out of Tiana’s way, feeling her insides curdle with annoyance, even more so when Tiana’s eyes gleamed.

She was halfway across the classroom before she stopped. Crumpling up her paper, and tore off the corner. It wasn’t like she cared what Tiana thought anyway.

Ala looked around for something to do, when the computers caught her eye.

They were all filled up, so she decided to watch one of them play through. Not like she had anything better to do anyway.

She pulled up a seat next to a boy her age… Henry was his name, she thought. He shot her a curious glance.

“Hey Ala!” He said over his shoulder. “Have you tried the newest game on here yet?”

Ala peered over his shoulder, before brimming with excitement.

“My Little Pony!” She exclaimed.

Henry wrinkled his nose, “No way, this is much cooler!”

As he showed Ala all the cool mechanics of the new game, Ala slowly began to uncrumple her drawing.

Maybe Preschool wouldn’t be so bad, now that she had a friend.

It had been a week since she properly met Henry, and, in Ala’s personal opinion, it had been the best yet!

He had all the same interests as her, (Though he wasn’t likely to admit it) from Mermaids, Drawing, and, of course, My Little Pony.

Everyday, they’d find their little corner of the Classroom, grab their chalk, and doodle on the board.

Of course, it wasn’t long before Tiana and her gang of Girls picked up the whiffs of happiness.

As Ala waved Henry goodbye, a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Ala.” Tiana said, as sternly as a five-year-old could muster, “We need to talk.”