First on this weekend's menu is The Judge and Jury Blogfest hosted by Gwen from Run Gwen, Run! It's Gwen's first blogoversary, and as you'll see if you pay her a visit her blog is blooming. So before you read my entry if you haven't already, click the link and go check out her blog. While you're there you might as well enter the contest because at the very least it's a cool twist on the average.
So without any further ado, my entry/ an exert from my short story "The Purple Punk Cupcake Catastrophe."
My black nails dug into my palm as the boho hippy’s snicker graded painfully in my ears. “So what do you think, G?”
That spiking the Christian’s cupcakes with a lust potion is the kind of crap a bunch of freshmen would pull. Instead, folding my hands demurely, I smiled at the cocky bitch. “I have a math test in five minutes. It’d be nice if there wasn’t a couple shagging on the desk next to me while I take it.”
Smirking over confidently Coren squared off against me. “If you don’t like it, stop it.”
Fluffing my multi-colored mane with my fingers, I resisted the urge to turn her into a bug and squish her under my three inch heels. “’Cause that would be against the rules.”
“That’s right; you play by the rules now.” She paused, grinning at her coven, who’d once bent to my will. “Big bad Gina Cardona is a good witch.”
I met her eyes squarely refusing to be ashamed of what I’d become. “Yep.”
Ducking her head she chuckled. “And you came to beg me to let you take a test?”
“No, I came to ask you nicely.”
“Ask me…The old you would have broken the spell with a snap of her fingers.”
Remembering all of the people I’d hurt simply to prove I could, I shook my head slowly. “No, the old me would have made you suffer… and when you begged… I might have considered fixing your mistake.”
Forgetting for a moment that wasn’t me anymore, her eyes grew huge with fear. “And the new you?”
Baring my teeth, I hefted my ginormous Trig book for all to see. “The new me is going to class while she waits for you to come to your senses.”-Aaron