short story for school (snickers) poor finian

The misadventure of Finian. By Kels

“Finian!! I’m coming up!!”

Allyson climbed into the loft, Dragging a bowl of soup up the ladder behind her. She sat it on the table and waved her friend Finian over to sit down. Without a word he perched on his stool, tracing designs on the table with his fingers. She sat across from him and smiled, dipping her spoon into the soup. Finian watched her with interest, twiddling his thumbs and kicking his feet.

“What’s got you all twitchy?” Allyson questioned, the spoon inches from her mouth.

“Er… Nothing Ally! Just um… waiting to let you eat first!” To see if she keels over from poison. He added silently. She smiled and nodded, opening her mouth wide and putting the spoon in. Finian watched her swallow, a blank look on his face, his knee twitching up and down like a kid in a sugar coma.

She froze, and dropped her spoon. She looked up at Finian, her face frozen in a look of surprise. The boy dashed to his feet, and placed a hand on her back.

“Allyson!! ACK! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?! SPEAK TO ME!!!” Finian, wringing has hands, was almost running in circles when she suddenly laughed.

“This is the best soup I’ve ever made!!” Finian tripped, falling flat on his face, but she was too engrossed in her soup to notice. Cautiously he pulled himself up and onto his stool, picked uphis spoon and dipped in the slightly purple broth. Purple? This was supposed to be vegetable soup! He thought, glancing back up at his companion. She was wolfing it down, and surviving, so he guessed it must be safe. He tapped his fingers on the table nervously and picked up his spoon. Without leaving any room to argue, he shoved it in his mouth.

His scream of agony could be heard from miles away.