100 WC

“Umm... why?”, I ask. I was standing on the roof of a three-story building being asked to jump. Behind me, Charlotte, rolls her eyes.
“Because I said so! That’s how it works.” Her minions nod furiously.
“Look, I don’t think this is a-”
“Do you want to be in our group or not?!”, she snaps.
“No.” Silence. I can practically taste the confusion in the air. “Can I go?” I ask. I’d only followed them because I was lost and saw they were heading towards the food court. I didn’t think I’d end up here.
“Oh,” Charlotte says finally, a glint of menace in her eyes. She walks towards me, arms outstretched. I’m only a metre away from the edge of the roof. The wind buffets my face and suddenly she - wait; no. She takes my arm.
“Do you want me to get you an uber?” Charlotte asks. I audibly gasp, relieved. Not today!

Note - 154 words

Term 4

Term 4 has begun, which means pool and tan time for others and further retreat from society for me. Anyhow, we have exams and an alarmingly deep Social Sciences assignment ('What is art to you?'). Meanwhile I plan to procrastinate in my cave until the resulting cram session. That is when I'm not at Choir ("It'll be an experience!", - Me, Naive, Early 2018), rambling about worms, or watching dreadful daytime TV

I temporarily lost Ginger (my *surprise* ginger cat), but he was found 4 days later annoyed and locked in a shed. So generally all is well and I haven't been recruited by a cabbage worshipping cult; yet.

Random Things (also featured above, verbalized random things)

Here is a croissant working out.

This is a Celeriac, a type of root vegetable. I'm amazed at the gaps in our education.

Halloween is coming so naturally I plan to stay at home and binge Stranger Things.

100 Word Challenge

BATH Fighter Danced Orange Clumsily

A leaf, a fighter, struggles against the pounding breeze. Nearby her brother’s plucked from his stem, and joins the swirling mass. He danced wildly in the air before a sudden wind carries him upwards, towards the sky. His siblings swiftly follow, a horde of speckled mustard, apricot and tangerine. Then the wind lessens, and they drift blankly down. They weave nimbly between the highest branches before plummeting, mere metres from the grass. Floating above a bath of orange, our leaf spots others who’ve resolved apon the ground. Clumsily, he skims the earth, then settles in for a final rest.