When I was in eighth grade, we had to sell donuts for a school fundraiser.
My best friend Charlene and I knocked
on the door of the first house. No
answer. Nobody answered at the second
house either. This pattern repeated
itself for the next 20 houses. Finally
someone opened her door. Charlene recited
The woman hissed, “I’m diabetic,” then
slammed the door.
At another house, an
elderly man answered.
“Hello,” I squeaked, “Donuts for
He took pity on us
and wrote a check for five boxes. He
craned his neck to look past us. “Where
are the donuts?”
“We’ll deliver the donuts in three weeks,”
explained Charlene with a fake smile.
“You pay now.”
He grabbed the check
back and ripped it up. “Wait for donuts? What kind of scam is this?” He tried to slam the door, but a ferret
escaped. He hobbled after it.
“Catch Doris!” he cried.
Charlene chased that
ferret like she was on Animal Control’s payroll. This rude man was going to see what a helpful
person Charlene really was, and what a big mistake he’d made. The ferret ran up a tree and Charlene began
This was the moment Kent Richenberg appeared. Captain of the basketball team, on the
student council, gorgeous.
“Why is your friend
in my grandpa’s tree?!?”
Charlene caught the ferret. It looked like a cross between an ugly
squirrel and a raccoon. I was
terrified. Charlene shimmied down the tree,
holding the ferret triumphantly by the scruff of its neck.
exclaimed Kent. “Gramps loves that
Before I could grasp what was happening, the ferret sprang out of Charlene’s hands
and landed on me, taking a chunk of my flesh with its razor-sharp teeth.
The next thing I
remember, Kent, Charlene, Gramps, and neighbors who’d been hiding in
their houses avoiding buying donuts, were hovering over me. The ambulance arrived and I noticed blood
covering my arm.
I was excused from
selling donuts after that.
trifecta writing challenge/ exactly 333 words/ required word is "grasp"