Yo people! It's me again. So, I'm nearly done with not one, but both of my Lord of the Flies stories, but I've got writer's block, you see. So, I was gonna write a one shot to get the creative juices flowing again, and to appease fans of "The Amazing One Hundred One-Shot Gauntlet." So I thought about, what if there had been a girl on the island, but none of them knew it. And then I kept ellaborating and ellaborating inside my head until it became too long for a one-shot. In fact, it's now three chapters long. I've got it all written up, so don't worry about it getting in the way of updates and such. Yup. Hope ya like it!
There were many differences between Maurice and his sister Molly. He was twelve and she was eleven. He was a little monster, she was quiet and well mannered. He was awkward and average, she remained still untouched by teenage flaws and blemishes and was, well, perfect in appearance. But at the moment, the most obvious difference was the way they ate. Molly was taking dainty bites of her breakfast and watching in disgust as Maurice wolfed his down.
"Mum," he said with his mouth full. Molly fought the urge to gag. "Is it all right that I invited some choir boys to come over after practice?" Their mother smiled.
"Of course dear," she said. "Who did you invite.
"Same as always. Robert, Henry, Dillon, Jack, and Roger." Molly's eyes widened and she spit her food into her napkin.
"Roger's coming?" Without waiting for an answer, Molly jumped from her chair and ran upstairs.
"What's gotten into that girl?" Their mother asked.
"Beats me," Maurice said, reaching for a piece of toast from Molly's plate. His mother smacked his hand away. "Ow! Mum, that hurt!"
"Eat your own food." Upstairs, Molly snickered. She could hear the exchange from her bedroom, where she stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair. She couldn't quite explain why she was acting so silly, there was just something about Roger. He reminded her of the mysterious, handsome men in her favorite books. He rarely spoke to anyone other than Jack, but when he talked to her or her mother, he was polite, even charming. He wasn't exactly classically good looking, but he was unique, striking, with his sad gray eyes, hair that hung in his face, and unusually sharp incisors that made the most innocent smile look wicked. There was something about her big brother's friend that made her feel a way she couldn't yet understand.
She had long since tried to understand the boy. Molly decided it'd be best to just enjoy the butterflies he gave her. But that didn't mean she couldn't hope for him to feel the same. She glanced at her reflection and sighed. She knew she was pretty, but was she special enough to catch his attention? She pulled her hair back and tied it in a neat little bow. Then she smoothed out her skirt, adjusted her blouse, and smiled. She was ready.
"Molly!" Mother called.
"Yes Mum?" Molly said, walking into the kitchen.
"I'm baking a cake for the boys." Mother was known for making the best cakes, and she loved doing it when ever the opportunity presented itself. "Would you like to help?" Molly smiled widely.
"Yes please!" Her mother smiled as well.
"I thought you might. Could you fetch me some flour from the pantry?" She nodded and ran downstairs to the pantry. When she got there, she quickly encountered a problem. The shelf with the flour was just higher than she could reach. She scowled and went up on her tiptoes and reached for it. Almost, if she could stretch just a little further!
"Oof!" She exclaimed, losing her balance and knocking over the powdered sugar. Molly found herself flat on her back, covered head to toe in sugar. She bolted into a sitting position and smacked the ground repeatedly. "Shoot shoot shoot!"
"Everything all right Mols?" It was a voice Molly would know anywhere. She looked up sharply and saw Roger leaning against the door frame. Her face immediately reddened.
"Oh, yes everything's fine. I was just trying to get the flour and...fell," she said sheepishly. "I'm not making too much noise am I?"
"No, I just came down to find the chessboard. Here's my offer Molly. I'll get the flour down if you help me find the board."
"That'd be much better, deal." He smiled that smile that made her heart flutter, helped her to her feet, then easily grabbed the flour off the shelf. She rushed to the corner of the basement where Maurice stashed his games and came back with his chess set. "Thank you," she said, taking the flour from him and handing him the game. "Oh, and Roger, please don't mention this to Maurice. I'd never hear the end of it." Roger smiled again.
"Don't worry Mols, it can be our little secret," he said with a wink. Then he left, leaving Molly to grin giddily for the next minute.
"We have a secret!" She squealed.
And that's the end of chapter one. Any thoughts? How do you think things end up going for Molly? Remember, I intend for this to be a REALISTIC Roger/OC, so take that into account with your guesses. Okay. Reviews please! I'm hoping to get at least two for this chapter! And check out my poll. Yup. Poll and Reviews.
Peeeeeeaaaaace!
~Hammsters
