Friday Flash Fiction: Week #11

Amy C over at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie over at Tink's Place
have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday.

And here is the eleventh picture prompt:

 

 

And here is my story:

 

Sux to Be Me
By Michelle Greathouse

It wasn’t fair.  All I wanted was to go to the gathering - but no, I wasn’t old enough.  Parents.  When were they going to let me grow up?  I have boobs for goodness sake - nice boobs if I can rely on what Vlad said last Friday night at the Dragon Ball.

Being a sixteen year old witch blows.  Not the witch part - that rox out loud - the sixteen year old part.  I am still considered a witchling - so I’m not allowed to observe any of the rituals that may or may not be performed during the gathering.  Who are they kidding?  This is a party.  A Halloween party - and I want to go.

My mother has been working on this thing for three weeks.  She is bound and determined to out do last years gathering.  I think it has something to do with the fact that last years gathering was at Raven’s place - and Mama hates Raven.  

Raven tried to flirt with Daddy one time - one time - and Mama went ballistic.  To Dad’s credit, he didn’t blink an eye.  He worships the ground Mama walks on - it is sickening at times.

After Mama got through ripping Raven a new one, Dad swept her up in his arms, planted a big sloppy one on her, smacked her behind and ported.  I was mortified - we were right in the middle of the apothecary - and everyone ooh’d and ahh’d.  I threw up a little in my mouth.

The place is all decked out, food and wine and other beverages are packed behind the bar.  The bartender is Vlad’s older brother - he is a potion master of the first order.  A few years older than Vald’s eighteen - Lucien is hot and he knows it, which is a big turn off.  But he is nice to look at - which brings me back to my first point - I want to go to the party.

I worked so hard on my outfit - even going so far as to get one of those silly ‘witch’ hats that all the humans wear.  That was a feat in itself.  Do you know how hard it is to slip off to the mall?  Give me a break.  I cut advanced divination and snuck out to the herb garden, figuring no one would be there after lunch, I thought for sure that security troll spotted me right before I ported.  Another thing I’m not supposed to do.  Damn

That is what got me caught.  I was running a little behind and ported straight to my room instead of the woods - and who was standing in my room when I popped in?  Mama.

She had a shit fit.

“Devin Aurora Morgana Birchwood, have you lost your blooming mind?”  I knew I was in trouble then - when Mama uses all four names, that’s it.

My friends call me Vinny - but right now, my name is mud -   because Daddy heard Mama’s dulcet tones and beat feet to the rescue.  Why anyone - especially Daddy - would think that Mama needed rescuing is beyond me.

So Daddy came in and things went from bad to worse.  And that is why I am sitting in my room - all dressed up and no where to go - and on restriction for two weeks.  

But I did grab the latest Kresley Cole book while I was out.  If I have to be stuck in my room - at least I can read.

I wonder how that Cole lady knows so much about our world...?

The End
Word Count: 593

So what do you think?  I tried a couple of different things this week.  I wrote in the first person and I went for funny/snarky rather than violent/bloody.  LOL

Happy Halloween everyone - be safe!  :)

M