tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post6817300906404325379..comments2024-02-05T01:49:05.302-05:00Comments on Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday: Wild WednesdayWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-91610015048938066982009-03-19T18:55:00.000-04:002009-03-19T18:55:00.000-04:00Ha! These are great.Ha! These are great.Casey Somethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596079290053524103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-47675558033550841802009-03-18T20:55:00.000-04:002009-03-18T20:55:00.000-04:00“That’s B.S.”“I know! I didn’t do anything either!...“That’s B.S.”<BR/><BR/>“I know! I didn’t do anything either!” Hailey huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.<BR/><BR/>“Well, you did take the car without permission,” I reminded her.<BR/><BR/>“Okay, yeah.”<BR/><BR/>“And then you sort of crashed it.”<BR/><BR/>“That was minor,” she waved her hand. “It was a fender-bender. The damage is a couple of thousand dollars at the most.”<BR/><BR/>“That’s true.” I didn’t know what to say. It totally sucked that she couldn’t go to the party with me tonight. We had plans. Her stupid parents were always ruining things.<BR/><BR/>“D o you really think I deserve to be <I>grounded</I>?” she asked, her eyes growing round and sad. <BR/><BR/>“Totally not.”Heather Hansenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814444108289873041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-35658783117834563842009-03-18T18:19:00.000-04:002009-03-18T18:19:00.000-04:00Haha! Love it!Haha! Love it!Trish Dollerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04011138446819297720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-52754906367572211772009-03-18T10:20:00.000-04:002009-03-18T10:20:00.000-04:00“...and then he said, ‘You’re grounded for two wee...“...and then he said, ‘You’re grounded for two weeks.’ Two weeks! Can you believe it? That’s like, practically a lifetime!” Brittany angrily tapped her middle finger on her pink sparkly cell phone. “That’s what I think about <I>that!</I> But seriously, Luce, what’ll I tell Andy?”<BR/><BR/>On the other end of the phone call, Lucinda bit her lip. “Well, considering everything, like you and Andy getting caught behind the A & P making out and everything, you’re probably lucky your dad didn’t ground you for life. Like, a real lifetime.” <BR/><BR/>“Lucinda! You’re supposed be on my side!” Brittany popped up from the carpeted step she was sitting on in the entry hall and stomped her foot on the black marble floor.<BR/><BR/>“I am, Brittany. I am. But really - you should have been more careful. Now you’ll just have to deal.” Lucinda sighed.<BR/><BR/>“No I won’t deal!” Brittany yelled into the cell phone. “‘Cause it won’t stop me, you know. ‘Cause I’ll find a way to sneak out and see Andy anyway. Say, I know what I’ll do. When it’s real late and everyone’s asleep here, I’ll just go out my bedroom window and climb down the tree. No one will ever know I even got out.”<BR/><BR/>“I’ll know,” said Brittany’s mom, who had quietly come up behind her.<BR/><BR/>“Oh crap!” Brittany dropped her cell phone, which shattered all over the black foyer floor in a mess of pink sparkly bits.RJ Clarkenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03018296461199649445noreply@blogger.com