What's a 20 Minute Challenge, you ask? These have been around for a while now. You take 20 minutes, the topic and/or character that you're given, and you write.
At the end of 20 minutes you stop.
Now that you've got that straight, here's your latest assignment...
20 Minutes over the rainbow.
Willow. Tara. Kennedy. Satsu. Larry. And... well, seriously, does anyone here actually think Andrew is straight? Take your favorite LGBT character and hook them up with your crossover partner of choice. It's okay if you feed that person a Magical Mushroom of Gayness or two; the only restriction is that you start with one of the few LGBT characters Whedon put into his universe.
Got it? Ready. Set. Write. Author’s Notes:
Here’s my response, written in exactly 20 minutes, although I don’t think that this is what the challenger had in mind. However, this is what I was inspired to write. Enjoy!
20 Mins Over the Rainbow - Response
Marcie moved through the halls of the school in silence. No one said hello or how are you doing or even what’s up. They didn’t see her, they didn’t hear her and it was her own choice not to speak or draw attention to herself.
She was heading towards the library to get a book that she felt like reading for the first time in a long time. Her mother passed away when she was young and her father was the first to begin ignoring her. He had been ignoring her for so long that he moved away before she had the chance to make him notice her.
Now to console herself she’s seeking that one book that she hoped would cheer her up, even though it looked like the Librarian didn’t see her there either. ‘Adults are supposed to be supportive of the students in the school,
’ she thought. ‘But even with this new one, he doesn’t seem to see me either.
She got tired of waiting and just put the book in her backpack, walking out of the library not making another sound. She had chosen a place in the school to hole up and it was kind of fun at first because it was like camping in a secret spot like young children did for fun.
The lonely teen lit the small lamp and began to read;
“Dorothy was not happy on the farm...” when suddenly Marcie was sucked into the book. She fell through a gust of gale-force wind and landed not far from the brunet in bright red slippers. “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” the girl said.
Marcie snorted and shooed the little barking dog away with her foot. ‘This is nuts
,’ she thought. ‘There’s no way that I’m going to be following her.
Unfortunately, she had no choice. Singing and dancing along she followed through with all of the characters. At the end when Dorothy clicked her heels three times and disappeared, Glinda the Good Witch of the North looked directly at the mousy girl from Sunnydale High and said, “Click your heels three times and say, there’s no place like home.”
Marcie snorted, but did as instructed. Sure enough she left the book, but she was also left with the impression that someone like Glinda would be able to see her. A few days later and for about four months someone did see her.
Amy talked to her and smiled at her. This all happened at the end of the year and for that entire summer the girls explored their sexuality with soft kisses and firm touches.
Amy confessed that she had always seen Marcie and was curious about her, while Marcie rejoiced at being seen by someone that valued her. Until the one day that Amy found a book of magic.
It was the kind of thing that Marcie knew shouldn’t be seen or read, much less used. When Amy started using it more and more, Marcie saw her less and less.
Until the day came that Amy was walking down the hall and walked right by her. She didn’t see her, didn’t say hello and never once noticed that Marcie was no longer around.