Welcome to the fourth week of the Spring Writing Challenge!
You all did so well with your stories last week! There were so many interesting and unique ways you interpreted the prompt. It’s now the fourth week, so it’s time to do it again! Will your story have an epic battle between good and evil? A long-lost evil brother? Whatever you decide, we can’t wait to see what you come up with.
So, without further ado, here’s your next prompt!
Week Four Prompt – The Theme Prompt
Write a story that’s about a
Bigfoot Reunion
Wait…what’s a theme prompt?
A theme prompt is a prompt that’s about a particular subject! It doesn’t matter where your story takes place, who’s in it, or what’s said. The only thing that matters is that your story must be about a Bigfoot Reunion.
Before you start writing, we have some important rules for you to follow.
Writing Rules
1. Please keep the content of the stories you post to a PG rating. Please avoid real curse words. Violence/fighting should be limited and purposeful. Please do not include any spice.
2. Your story must be 1,000 words or less, and must contain the prompt to be counted for the challenge. You’re not required to post it in order to “win” the challenge, but if you want it to count for your team, your story must be posted by Sunday at 11:59 PM ET, and you must include your team name.
Remember to scroll all the way to the bottom of the page and post your story as an “answer” to this question, not a “comment”. 🙂 You’re all doing such a great job! I’m so proud of all the stories you’ve posted.
Happy Writing!
Challenge 4: It’s About Time (Team A)
The torn envelope fluttered silently to the floor.
I recognized the logo while closing the front door.
After a moment of hesitation, I read over the invitation.
Bigfoot Reunion, Class of 2005
Catch up with your high school friends and let ’em know how you’ve been keepin’ it Squatchie!
I continued reading to learn more and noticed a request to RSVP by March 24.
I stared at the shiny black paper with lettering in red, white, and gold.
Has it been 20 years? How is it possible? Does this mean I’m old? .
Memories flooded my thoughts and tied my stomach in knots.
With my heart pounding, I picked up the envelope and stuffed the invitation inside.
Why did I have the feeling of wanting to run and hide?
I had good times in high school, right?
Yet, my mind took me back to one night.
It should have been a good memory since it was senior prom but, unfortunately, the night ended all wrong.
“You’ve put off dealing with this for too long,” I whispered, “it’s about time.”
With shaking hands, I pulled out my yearbooks and lightly brushed my hand over the embossed cover design.
I opened the one for my senior year and found the picture I remembered posing for.
The three of us were smiling with our heads peeking out from behind the gym door. The caption read The Sassy Squatches on Watch for Bodacious Bigfoot.
We’d been best friends since ninth grade and then one night, we weren’t.
None of us had prom dates, so we decided we’d dress up, take pictures, go to prom, and then go eat.
The night started early, and we had so much fun taking pictures on the courthouse steps and at Bigfoot Peak.
We rode in Lizzie’s car, her dad had recently bought her a brand-new Mustang GT.
When she drove up in it, I remembered feeling envious and wishing it had been a gift for me.
Lizzie wore a tight red dress with shiny sequins. Isabelle wore a dress that looked like one Cinderella had worn to the ball, and my dress was black satin. I didn’t tell them I bought it used instead of new from the mall.
Bigfoot High had rented the Event Center for the dance and the theme was Squatchin’ Under the Stars. I didn’t think anything was wrong when we didn’t stay long.
We blasted the cd It’s About Time by Christina Milian and sang with the windows down. We took the long way to Waffle House and drove all around town.
The restaurant was packed when we got there. Isabelle offered me a small piece of candy and I declined. Lizzie took one and all I could do was stare.
How could this be? That wasn’t candy. I stood there with a sickening feeling.
My mind started spinning and my thoughts began reeling.
As we got to our booth, my friends decided they wanted to go somewhere else to eat.
We walked out to the car but I didn’t get in the backseat.
“C,mon,” said Lizzie, sounding irritated. “Get in,” she snapped.
“But, you just,” I stuttered over my words feeling trapped.
“C’mon, Bri,” said Isabelle, getting in the car, “let’s go.”
I shook my head and stepped back as I said, “No.”
I continued, “There’s no freaking way I’m riding with you. What if you drive off the road?”
Lizzie stood and swayed, then looked like she was about to explode.
“You’re such a loser,” she shouted, “If you don’t get in, I’ll leave you here.”
She slammed her car door, started the engine, and put the car in gear.
With tires squealing, they left me standing as they drove on shiny chrome wheels.
I just stood there on the sidewalk, wearing my fancy black dress and heels.
I called my mom on my Nokia phone and asked her if she could take me home.
She could tell I was upset so we stopped at Braun’s for an ice cream cone.
The rumors and name-calling started on Monday.
I walked down the hall and heard someone say, “Hey, there’s the drama queen.” And ”There’s Brianna, always making a scene.
My parents taught me that I could never go wrong doing what was right, but I never thought doing what was right would make me feel bad. I became wrapped in hurt, feeling sad.
I never said a word about what my friends had done, and I also stopped hanging out with them. Once I received my high school diploma, I moved away from Eastern Oklahoma.
I moved on with my life and had grown so much over the past 20 years. But, sitting in my living room with the yearbook open, I found myself in tears.
My senior prom night memories hurt and as I wiped the tears from my eyes, I realized that it’s about time I needed to forgive my former friends for being mean. I also needed a new perspective on that night’s scene.
I had chosen to do what was right when I said no to eating the candy and getting in the car.
That night and the days after forged my character, which has gotten me far. Even though I experienced unwanted pain, it had resulted in long-term gain.
I stood and gathered the yearbooks. It’s about time to put these memories away.
I thought about the invitation to the Bigfoot Reunion Class of 2005, and said out loud, “There’s no freaking way.”
