Sonia’s May challenge over at Doing the Write Thing, was to take a trope or cliche from any genre and remake it. Give the trope/cliche new life in under 500 words. Here is my attempt:
Duffy the Science Geek
Duffy looked in the mirror her sun worshipping sessions had paid off. She was a lovely shade of tan now.
Her brown hair hung in limp pigtails, sprouting out from beneath her ears. She put on her beret. She had begged her parents for new glasses for a year now, the ones she had looked like she had stolen them from someone’s grandmother. The lenses magnified her brown eyes and made her look like a bullfrog.
She thought her red knee socks looked rather cute with her pleated skirt, the ‘I heart pandas’ t-shirt from the zoo and her brown brogues. She tucked in her lucky little silver cross that was hanging from her neck. Her gran had given it to her before she won the Math Olympics last year and now she never took it off. She picked up her bulging book bag before heading off, she dreaded being late to a new school, especially on the first day.
Duffy nervously plunked herself down and then scanned the room. She could never seem to make friends. Perhaps she was destined to always be lonely. Then a vision in a white track suit entered the room. Duffy swooned at the sight of him. Blake was embroidered in red on his jacket. His skin was flawless. She soon learned he was the star of the swim team and Duffy, not usually a sports fan, vowed to never miss a match. There was only one seat left and it was next to her. Much to Duffy’s delight, the teacher paired her up with Blake and assigned them a getting to know you activity. They agreed to meet in the library after school.
Blake fired his first question at her, “Do you like garlic?”
“Love it,” she answered excitedly, and then looked at his face and realised he wasn’t asking her out to dinner. “How did you know?”
“Look around new girl, word gets out that the school is tolerant of our kind, next thing you know there are many of us,” he smiled at her and she felt like she could fly.
“Wait, you’re a,” he cut her off before she could finish.
“No, no, no, you misunderstood me.” He pointed to a gathering of Goths in the corner, “See them, they’re werewolves.”
Her eyes widened as he pointed out a group of jocks and said, “They are my kind, we’re witches and wizards.”
“Do you have a wand?” she asked him.
“No!” He chuckled.
“Never touch them. Cleaning is my mom’s job. How about you? Can a stake to the heart really kill you?” He sounded playful.
“Of course but who wouldn’t that kill?” she shuddered at the thought.
“Are you immortal?” He was more serious now.
“Well yes, I suppose, at least until I die anyway.” She grinned.
The two spent over an hour talking about the different stereotypes before Blake brought her around to the back of the library. There sat at a table were at least seven science geeks, just like her.