Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by Elephant's Child and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. glass 2. equally 3. paying 4. join 5. forage 

and/or: 

1. palace 2. silent 3. bullet 4. stars 5. extraordinary

Also included is Charlotte's colour of the month: clay brown 

Here is my story:

I was the new girl at school and after a week Hannah invited me to join her "Girls Club". "We're very exclusive," she said, "you should be happy we asked you," as her followers nodded and smiled. 'We meet at my house after school and discuss the happenings of the day. The joining fee is three dollars a week to cover the cost of the tea and cakes." I knew what I was about to say probably signed my death warrant as far as schoolyard popularity went, but I'd been there before and knew how to handle being the odd one out. "Three dollars a week to titter and gossip about the rest of the class? I'm not paying that and prefer my mum's home made cakes anyway." I turned and walked away to the shocked gasps and stares of her followers.

Jean met me halfway across the playground. "Did she ask you to join her fancy club?" "She did, and I turned her down," I said. "I gathered as much by the looks on the faces," she said. "I was foolish enough to want to be part of it but after the first week I told her 'no more', I didn't like the way they spoke about everyone else. I got the silent treatment!" "For how long?" I asked. "Oh it's still going on," said Jean, "and I couldn't care less. I did like her house though, it's like a palace with huge glass windows and carpet you could drown in, though my mum says she wouldn't want to have to keep that vacuumed everyday! And we ate the fancy little cakes off crystal plates, can you believe that?"

"I believe you," I said. "I've heard the most extraordinary stories from my mum's new friends about the things going on at Hannah's. They're an Army family just like us, but her dad is a General according to mum and the windows in his car are bullet proof." "I've heard that too," said Jean, "I've also heard that your dad is almost as high in rank, yet you don't put on fancy airs and carry on like movie stars." "It's true, my dad is just one rank below Mr Nelson, or should I say General Nelson, but he prefers that we eat out of clay brown bowls and forage in the veggie patch for our dinners. He says rank doesn't matter all that much, without the fancy uniforms and money, we are all equally human and more Officers and their wives should remember that." 

"My dad is just a Sergeant with a desk job, and when Hannah found that out she said she was glad I didn't come to her meetings anymore. But there's something else I have to tell you Marissa," she glanced around quickly to be sure no one could hear. "They're in debt to the eyeballs!  Hannah's mother spends so much on keeping up appearances, and Hannah's new clothes every year." Just then the bell rang and lunch break was over. We all trooped back inside and I wondered how on earth Hannah would handle being just one of us if worse became worst.