This is a relatively unimportant, though fun, bit of backstory for two of the characters from my novel-in-progress. It was initially based off a prompt, but I do not recall what it was.
Mara, five at the time, was at her neighbor and best friend James’ house. Well, as she would be quick to point out, James was one of her two best friends, but regardless, she was at her best friend’s house. His mother, Mrs. Richards, had given the pair a plate of several freshly baked cookies.
Each of them quickly gobbled down most of the cookies they had snatched from the plate. James was about to to grab the last of his cookies when his mom called to him from the kitchen.
“James, you need to clean up this mess!” James glanced towards the kitchen.
When his back was turned, Mara stole his last cookie and giggled while she ate it. James glanced at Mara, eyes widening as he realized what horrible thievery she had engaged in–while his mom was talking to him, no less!
“Mommy! Mara stole my cookie!” He glared at her, crossing his arms over his chest.
Mrs. Richards peeked out of the kitchen, “I’m sure it’s alright, James. You had plenty. Now please bring me the plate and clean this mess you left on the floor.”
He huffed, earning a stern look from his mother.