“Don’t even try out,” the skinny boy said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. “You don’t have any past experience. Too-bad-so-sad.”
“But I’m good,” Fiona said. “I know I’m good. You won’t regret it, I promise. Just let me prove it. Please?”
“You’re outta luck,” he said while jogging away from her. “Go play with your dolls.”
“So how do I get experience?” she asked, but the boy was already out of ear shot, most likely looking for kids who were lucky enough to have already had experience. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.
Now it was time for Plan B.
She awoke to the alarm. But wait, she didn’t have an alarm! Squinting her eyes toward her nightstand, she froze. There stood the smallest person she’d ever seen! “Hi,” the skinny, red-headed boy said. “I’m here to help you write a story… with me as the main character, by the way.” He winked and blew a bubble with his gum.
The golden stone practically glowed in the cold, shallow water, practically screamed to her, “Come and get me before someone else does!” And although it did not glow, nor did it scream, she practically waded out to it… except for the clench of clammy hands.
It’s the first day of school and Mom drops you off at the entrance. Once you find your room and sit down at your desk, you notice your shoes are not a matched pair.