Are you ready for a new FABO Story Competition? Author Sue Copsey has written a story starter. Now it’s up to you to write the rest of the story!
(Elena De Roo is judging the last competition and will announce her winners soon).
1. Read the story starter and finish the story.
2. Your story should be no more than 500 words.
3. You have two weeks to write your story, so there’s no need to rush! Take your time and send us the best story you can write.
4. Send your story to us by 8pm Friday September 28. A winner will be announced a few days later.
Sue’s Story Starter
Do you think it’s true, that people look like their pets? The lady next door (who never throws our ball back) has got black hair and mean eyes, and she has this black cat with piercing green eyes. It sits on the fence and hisses at me. My dad reckons they’re actually the same person-animal, because we never see them both at the same time. He’s only joking, of course.
Normally, I love cats, and for my birthday this year I asked for a kitten. But my mum’s allergic to cats so they got me – brace yourselves – a rat.
It sat there in its cage, a browny colour with beady dark eyes, a twitchy nose and long droopy whiskers. Gross.
“Rat rhymes with cat, perhaps Mum and Dad didn’t hear you properly,” said my sister Lottie with a smirk.
“They make wonderful pets, they’re really intelligent,” said Dad in this enthusiastic-with-a-hint-of-apology voice.
There were no words to describe my disappointment. “They’re vermin,” I replied, in a voice that sounded dead. “They spread disease.”
The rat swivelled its head and looked at me, and I’d swear it looked hurt.
“You can tame it and then it can sit on your shoulder, have a run around in the garden,” said Mum.
“As long as next-door’s psycho-cat isn’t around,” said Lottie. “Dad, can we go now?”
He was taking her to her netball match. Lottie’s good at sport. Unlike me. She’s also tall and has swishy blonde hair and blue eyes and round rosy cheeks, while I’m small and have mousy brown hair and brown eyes, and my nose is a bit long and pointy. I’m also getting braces as my teeth stick out a bit.
Mum left the room too, and I was alone with … rat. I couldn’t be bothered to think of a name. I looked over at it, and it sat up on its back legs, its little pink hands held in front of it, its nose doing the twitchy thing. Then, the strangest thing happened …