A huge congratulations to part 2 writing challenge contributor Ashley S Morgan!
Part 3 is now open! and you have until July 26th to get the next 200 words of the story over to Lauren Oliver on this email address; firstname.lastname@example.org
This is how it currently stands;
Molly Lampart’s 12th birthday was much like every other day, only more boring: first tea with the governess and a posed photograph with her parents, then a procession of girls who giggled and brought china dolls wrapped in pink paper, despite the fact that Molly hated pink and that most of her dolls ended up dissected for medical research purposes. There was no sneaking out the door to climb trees in the narrow, well-tended backyard, or hanging out her window hollering at the trains steaming into the station two blocks away, or helping Tabby chase rats from the cellar. It was a day to be quickly forgotten, except for one thing: