A Thousand Words (or so)

An Average Girl- prologue

Clarice smiles out the foggy window as she sees five children running by, wishing she could go back to her life being that simple. She too played tag in this courtyard, dodging the boys and their feeble attempts to catch her. While she is aware of the different task at hand that she really needed to get back to, she couldn't help but watch the one little redhead girl that peels off from the rest of the group to hide. If Clarice did not have the bird's eye view that she did, she would not have seen the little redhead girl slip into the shadows as if it were where she belonged. Two of the players do not notice since they are too infatuated with catching the tall, pretty girl with long hair who is also too occupied being the center of attention to care what the others did. But the fifth girl, the average looking one, was the one that surprised Clarice the most.

She, unlike the others, noticed the second that the redhead girl slipped off but bid her time with the other players a little longer. She noticed the exact moment when the little redhead girl thought that she had outsmarted everyone. She noticed when the little redhead girl was not worried about being found anymore. She noticed the exact moment the little redhead girl's mouth formed a smug smile, thinking she won. It was that moment that the average girl made her move. She strolled towards the trees, for she did not have to slip into the shadows to not be seen, and tagged the little redhead girl from behind. With a squeal from the redhead girl and a smile from the average-looking one, Clarice knew what she had to do.

The school where Clarice's mother worked as the headmistress was a grand one. Full of corridors and common rooms, one would think it was made to be a school for witchcraft and wizardry. When Clarice's mother passed away and left the school to Clarice in her will, she failed to mention that the school was close to bankrupt. Clarice had no money to her name and would never be able to keep up with the costs of running an already broke school. Today, when she came into her mother's old office, she had the intention of shutting the school down and she had mentally prepared herself to be firing many teachers, some of which taught her as a young girl. That was until the men in the suits had come into her office offering to pay to keep the school running under one condition.

This proposal made Clarice laugh and immediately reject once she heard the condition. It was an absurd condition, really. Her mother would be appalled. But then Clarice turned around and gazed out the foggy window. The scene with the little redhead girl and the average looking girl had changed her opinion about the proposition. With those two girls in mind, Clarice turned around in the headmistress' chair, smiled at the men in front of her and agreed to turn her mother's traditional, conventional, long-established school into a covert spy school. 

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Alright so here's the deal. I am starting this project that I like to call "A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words (or so)" to get me out of a writers block. Basically I find a aesthetic picture on my Pinterest and I write a 500-1000 word short story about the picture. Sometimes it will be the story behind the picture, sometimes the picture will act as a snapshot of the moment- just depends on my mood. Sometimes the story will be backstory or a prologue (like this one), other times it will jump right into a battle or something with little to no explanation.

Whatever I write, it is purely fictional and came from my own brain. If anyone actually reads this and wants to use my short story as a prompt and continue it, please message me or something and ask permission because if you don't, that's just not cool. Most likely I will say yes, ask what you are thinking of doing with the story, and then ask that you give me credit. 

If no one actually reads this and it's just me then hello to my future self that is going back to read this one. No, it doesn't need to be edited, just move on. Hope your day is great! Bye bye now.