This is my first drabble. I would greatly appreciate it if you would review and tell me what you think. This is done off a prompt...
Prompt: Two character, a boy and a girl, are locked in an empty room together.
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Tessa Gray just sat there. And threw her other shoe at the door. She sighed in frustration when she realized that she had no more shoes to throw, the other rested beneath the door already, she guessed she would just have to get up then. Well, if she had to get up then she might as well make it worth it.
Tessa hobbled to the door on her sleeping legs. "Jem! Will! Charlotte! Sophie!" She was loathe to call Henry. Though he was a good man, he would probably blow up the room while trying to get open the door. Or set it on fire. "Henry!"
Suddenly, the door flew open. A frazzled looking, silver-haired, silver-eyed boy stood on the threshold. Jem. She leaped up, her heavy skirts holding her back a second, and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Jem! Thank goodness! I was so bored! I should never have left my book!"
Jem chuckled, and hugged her back. "Tessa, why were you locked in a room?" She sighed. And here comes the magnanimous tale, thought Tessa.
"Well, I heard awfully peculiar sounds coming from this empty room, and I being curious as always, went to find out what they were. When I entered this room the door banged shut behind me. I thought nothing of it at the time. I explored every corner of the room for the source of the curious noise. Alas, there was not a thing that could have made those sounds. I turned to leave, but the door was stuck. It would not budge. After a while of trying... I gave up. Then you came."
Jem chuckled once more. They turned to the door. Tessa's slender fingers curled around the door knob. It didn't twist. Her eyes widened. "Jem... the door won't open. Again." Jem's pale arms curved around her he pushed The door.
"Oh dear. It appears we are stuck. This does not seem good." He looked to the floor and spotted Tessa's boots. Jem's eyebrows wrinkled adorably. "Tessa, why are your shoes on the floor?"
Tessa could feel blood rush up into her cheeks, staining them carnation pink. "Well..." she pushed the rest of her explanation out in a breathy rush, "I was frustrated so I threw them one-by-one at the door. It didn't help much."
Jem burst into peals of laughter as he snaked his arms around her corseted waist. "Oh Tessa. My Theresa Gray. How I adore you."
They sank to the floor, Tessa resting in Jem's lap, and waited for someone to heroically rescue them from this not-so-evil oak door.
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