I set down my tray on an empty table and cautiously scanned the cafeteria. I spotted Clarke sitting five tables away. Her back was to me as her equally snotty friends and Clarke laughed hysterically. I shook my head in disgust.
Mara jogged towards me while balancing a cup, filled with juice, on hand.
"Hey there smartypants!" boomed Mara, her British accent exaggerated a little too much. I rolled my eyes then smiled. She set the cup down on the table then leaned towards.
"Are you sure this plan is going to work?" she asked, her nervous whisper tickling my ear. I giggle quietly.
"Of course it's going to work! You trust me don't you?" I asked and took a bite of my pizza. I chewed slowly while waiting for her answer. Mara just nodded. I gave an encouraging smile then motioned for her to go. She took the cup swiftly with her as she made her short trip towards Clarke.
I was not sure what kind of juice Mara had gotten, but at least it will stain.
Mara stopped for the slightest second a little distance behind Clarke before purposefully tripping. The cup flew towards Clarke in a perfect arc.
Clarke gave a ear splitting scream as the juice splattered all over her. She stood up so fast that her chair toppled over as everyone in the cafeteria turned their heads to face her.
"What is this!" screamed Clarke as she spotted Mara still laying on the floor. Mara quickly stood up and started apologizing.
"I am so sorry! I tripped and...I am very sorry!" said Mara as she frantically tried to wipe the juice off Clarke.
Mara was such a good actress.
"Don't touch me!" shouted Clarke and pushed Mara away. Clarke casually flipped her hair and turned away from the crowd.
"Girls, help me clean up in the bathroom," demanded Clarke. She left the cafeteria with her head held high as her friends followed close behind.
Just as I thought, Clarke left her purse on her chair which was now on the floor. Clarke always seemed to forget everything.
Mara swiftly scooped the purse from the floor and made her way towards me as the cafeteria became noisy again.
"Bravo," I said impressed as Mara handed me the purse. I gripped it tightly as I stared at it, smiling in triumph. Mara bowed slightly with a huge grin on her face. I looked up at her, my face serious.
"Mara, I have one more thing for you to do. Can you leave a note in Clarke's locker telling her to go to the Upper Quad with my book if she ever wanted to see her precious purse?" I asked. Mara nodded and left as I again looked at the purse in which it contained everything.
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Alright.
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First, this stereotype of Clarke is so common, it simply doesn't work anymore. I suggest you use something more rational than spilling grape juice, such as "Oh, the history teacher wants to talk to you..." or whatever. You could even have either girl pose as being Clarke's friend. Just.... something a little more logical. They could even peek into it during gym class. I know girls in my class used to keep them in the bleachers.
What is this!" screamed Clarke as she spotted Mara still laying on the floor. Mara quickly stood up and started apologizing.
"I am so sorry! I tripped and...I am very sorry!" said Mara as she frantically tried to wipe the juice off Clarke.
Mara was such a good actress.
You can do better with this dialogue. It doesn't reveal very much about the situation.
"Bravo," I said impressed as Mara handed me the purse. I gripped it tightly as I stared at it, smiling in triumph. Mara bowed slightly with a huge grin on her face. I looked up at her, my face serious.
You can do better with this description. We need thougth ballons from the main character. Right now she sounds a lot worse than Clarke. I mean, Clark was just sitting with her friends, and WHOOSH, grape juice. Yes, Clarke's reaction is annoying, but doing that to her is not a sound form of justice. That's very childish of them, actually.
A title? Hmmm....
What comes to mind is Loki, the Norse god of mischief, and Aris, the greek goddes of dischord. For some reason "Green Apple" and "Green book" comes to mind. Don't know. I guess that's how I think of book worms
HAHA! REVENGE OF THE BOOKWORM!!
Nice one, this was fun to read. You've got one heck of a talent for characterization.
I can't wait to see what happens next.
Some little nitpicky critiques... I'm pretty sure "earsplitting" is one word.
Also,
Sounds a little awkward, perhaps, "I again looks at the purse, which contained everything" would be better?
I have no ideas for titles XD Sorry! (If it's any comfort, I'm terrible at titles as well. My own trilogy was not named until some time after I finished drafting book 1. ^^; )
HAHAHAHA!
That was really funny. Again, Pawprint, you have done excellent. Your writing is perfect! I didn't see any errors.
As for titles:
(don't kill me!) <- not that's not a title
1. Bookworm (someone said that last chapter)
That's all I can think of. I think Bookworm would be a great title, considering that it is about a nerdy girl.
Anyway, great job!
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