I know I shouldn’t gloat. There weren’t very many participants, and if a couple other people I know sent a story in, I really wouldn’t have.
But I won!!!!
Saturday morning is the morning I get to sleep in as long as I could possibly wish – which is usually until 2 in the afternoon or something. It’s eleven, or so I am later told, and I am in that blissful, peaceful state between slumber and wakefulness when my mum’s voice breaks through like a disconcerting ray of light.
“You won!”
It took a few moments to register the words, and then I think my mum is making a joke: I’d won my self-induced competition to sleep longer than I had the week before.
There’s a sudden flurry by the door. Through my pillow, I can hear the distinct sound of someone running, and that sound is getting closer.
Ooookay, so whatever I won seems to be urgent enough to send someone running to me.
I sat up…
…and get thrown back as Yolanda barrels into me, her arms wrapped around me like I just saved her life.
“You won! You won!” she squealed.
Of course, now I realized what they were talking about.
Two months back, on My Activated Life, a site dedicated to teens, I came across a competition. A 1000-4000 word story that was about a tiger, a museum, a mistaken identity, a train and a daffodil. Of course, I could think of a billion story lines which included those five, marvelously cliched points, each of them as soppy or pathetically actionfilled as Famous Five.
In the end, with the supervision and fortitude of dear Yoli, I wrote ‘The Tiger in Lily Steele’s Dorm’.
Then I waited.
I checked up nearly everyday for the first week after, but then I decided to just relax and let it go. This morning, two months later, I find out that I WON!!!
Celebrate with me!!