Writing Prompt 7
There had been a party, at Lacy's house. So many were there. Lacu had fallen asleep, and as she woke she realized there was a lot of work to do. Candy wrappers were strewn across the floor, plastic cups on the tables, empty soda bottles were on the ground. Everyone was happy. Except Lacy. Heartbreak was the worst kind of pain, the aching in your chest you can't push away. Lacy stood up from the couch. She sighed, then pulled herself together. She took the wrappers and threw them in the trash. Next she slid her arm across the table and let the cups fall into a bag. She slung the bag into the trash can. Another sigh.
"Come on, Lacy. Pull it together," she said to herself. Lacy told herself to forget about Kalontines Day, and almost did. Almost. She took a bag filled with things out of her closet, and began to put some stuff up. When she was satisfied, Lacy came up to the bag. She forced her paw into the punching bag as hard as she could, and she felt relieved already. Ring, ring, ring. Lacy picked up the phone.
Silence. She shrugged it off, and went back to punching the bag. Eventually she went to bed, happy as could be.