So I found two stories I wrote about Grizelda and Monty's relationship. This is the first, and I'll post the second at some point in my life. I personally don't like this story: my mind wandered and focussed too much on Monty's friend than himself. But anyway, I'd like to know what you guys think :)

I waved goodbye to my father merrily. He merely acknowledged my existence with a very formal nod, then drove away in his posh and highly expensive car. It had been enough to persuade him to give me a lift so that I could meet up with my best friend Johnny, and I had a sneaking suspicion that he had only agreed because he knew that the visit would get me out of his way for a few heavenly hours - heavenly for the both of us. I hated how he resented me because I disappointed him. He expected me to follow into his footsteps, do what he did and as his father had done before him. But I didn't want to be a lawyer, plain and simple. I wanted to be free, free from his disapproving stare, free from the anchors of life, free from the depressing drone of the city. And the only place where I felt at peace with myself in this way was up, up above the clouds…
Anyway, I spun round and began to make my way up the empty street to the most malevolent building I had ever had the misfortune to set eyes upon: Bloor's Academy. If I had the choice I would never have set foot near the place, but it was the only chance I had to see Johnny again before he set off back home for the weekend at his house several miles away - a journey which I knew without enquiry that my father wouldn't dare use a drop of his precious fuel on. So I had no choice but to meet him outside his school when they were all let out and we would walk down to the park together to talk of our lives (just like old times). Except now there was much more to talk about because of the largely increased gap of time in-between our meetings ever since Johnny had joined Bloor's.
"Hey, Monty!" my head snapped up at the sound of the familiar voice.
"Johnny!" I cried, relishing the presence of the friendliest person I had spoken to all week.
"Hey, mate! What took you so long?" He asked, not quite managing to hide the concern that hijacked his voice.
"Oh you know, the usual. Me and my father arguing. Neither of us winning"
"Oh" Johnny's voice fell, his pleasant mood dampened by his best friend's sadness. And as it did so, the numerous weeds that stubbornly and relentlessly sprouted from the academy's courtyard drooped and withered until they were nothing but brown vines that could have been mistaken for leaves that had had their intricate beauty cruelly taken by the bitter autumn weather. I smiled, and said
"You're getting good at this" Johnny grinned ruthlessly back.
"I know" and his blue, animated eyes took on a numb look of severe concentration as he glared at the plants, which slowly lifted and grew greener and fresher than ever before, as if painted by the boy's intense stare, though both Johnny and I knew that it was the natural sunny disposition of the boy that had been exaggerated by his unusual talent, then transformed into vibes which brought even the most doomed, water-deprived plant back to life again. Although I was proud of my friend for being able to control the talent which had so burdened him before, I also loathed it, like I had loathed it the moment that I had found out that it would tear my only and very best friend away mid-term to the depressing school that contained other such unusual individuals, instead of joining me in the cheerful, colour-splashed school of our choice.
"Showing off your lickle trick, eh?" sneered a particularly malicious-sounding voice. Our eyes slid up from the floor to the girl standing in front of us. She looked about our age: sixteen, maybe seventeen, and she had raven black hair pulled back into a long plait that was swung over her shoulder and trailed off just below her chest. She grinned unpleasantly at Johnny, then looked surprised at the boy standing next to him.
"Oh! And aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" she asked a touch more cheerfully than was natural for her. Johnny sighed, then grudgingly said
"Grizelda, this is my friend, Monty Bone. Monty, this is...well, I think I've mentioned Grizelda Yewbeam to you..." he smiled knowingly at me. He had mentioned her, all right. He was always speaking of how she was forever the ringleader in helping the 'bad' endowed children with their plots and schemes. It also couldn't escape my notice that a smile puckered her mouth as soon as the words had been said; as if she were pleased by the fact that she had been Johnny's subject of conversation with his most trusted friend. And how I noticed this smile was that, despite the fact that the distaste Johnny had for the girl was extremely obvious in the way he acted around her – never mind his spiteful descriptions and accounts of her wrong-doings – I found that I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She was like a magnet, and I anxiously began to wonder whether what Johnny had said was true: that she wasn't endowed. Surely no normal person could have such an alluring effect on me? And so this was why I suddenly blurted out without thinking:
"You aren't endowed, are you?" The girl seemed rather shocked at my rudeness and forthrightness, but quickly recovered her composure and huffily answered my question with a curt 'no'. My head in more of a riddle than before and now lost for words in the presence of such an overpowering figure, I simply gave a faint "Oh", still unable to tear my eyes away from her face, yet wishing I could benefit from Johnny's friendly, uplifting grin and sparkling eyes, which had always before managed to drag me out of my sorrows and pull me into the refreshing warmth of contentedness. It surprised me how, even when her face was the picture of perfect contempt, it was still so very beautiful...