Ignored it and continued writing.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

blackened lies of falsehood.

Ooh, she liked that. Marie paid no mind to the nuisance that had made a weak **** on her attire. What was it going to do, bite her?

She rolled her eyes at the thought, turned her notebook to a new page, and continued on with another poem. She was on fire, why stop there?

A pinch of sugar
A dash of ice
Two cups of water
Even summer feels ni-

"OW!" She yelped and dropped her pencil, quickly leaping to her feet. Something had stung her rear!

"Of, of all the ..." Both annoyed and flustered, and probably drawing quite a lot of attention by standing on top of the bench in such strange attire. At least the sting was dying away. The only problem, which she soon realized, was that...