“Whoa, what the jingles is wrong with you?” A surprised voice says from behind me.
Turning around, my hands still wrapped around a large bundle of my hair, I remember I went to Sophie’s house to “find inspiration”.
Of course, Raven just has to show up right in the middle of my mental breakdown.
“I’m not doing anything, so go bug Sophie.” I say harshly.
“You don’t have to be so grumpy just because you can’t think of anything good to write about.” Raven replies, sticking her tongue out at me.
“What do you know about writing? It’s hard!” I shout, finally untangling my fingers from my hair.
“Pfft. No it’s not! I bet I can write something, right now, better than you could write in a week!” Raven says, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Of course! I’m not going to back down!”
Raven grabs my pile of empty leaflets, a feather pen, and storms ahead of me, only stopping at the door.
“Well? Are you coming?”
To be continued…