To anyone new that she met, Maggie described herself as a rapper.
This would always raise an eyebrow, sometimes even two.
How could this twee, bespeckled young lady, who dressed decades beyond her years, possibly be into gangster rap?
Her mouth looked more at home sucking boiled candy as opposed to spitting rhymes.
She looked more hip op than hip-hop.
Maggie smiled as her next customer approached the checkout holding several items ideal for a 12-year oldโs birthday.
A metronome began ticking in her head, and a smile licked the corner of her lips.
โWould you like these rapped?โ
Hey, Listen!
I’ll be honest, in this image I saw a store in the UK called Paperchase – a place where you can buy notebooks, art supplies, wrapping paper, that sort of thing. It wasn’t until I was adding the image to the blog that I realised it was a store full of material! Ah well!
This was written as part of Friday Fictioneers! Hosted as ever by Rochelle and contributed to by people around the world. Go see their work here.
This week I will make more of an effort to read more stories myself. I ended up being a bit lax on that last week and I apologise.

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