Chatterbox: Inkwell

Cheaters: an unnecessary novelette 

So I got this idea about a group of teachers that forms a secret organization to fight cheaters yesterday. Today, I got an image in my head of a boy starting highschool who is subject to his older sister's teasing. I combined the two to form a sketchy idea and started writing. However, I so do not need another project. On the other hand, I really like this idea and think it has promise. So, I need your help. Do I keep Cheaters or put it in my junk pile to return to later (or never)? Here is everything that I've written so far. Please vote for or against. For if you want to keep reading and the writing style is smooth, or against if the plot is flat and the style confusing, or for another reason. Go on; it won't hurt my feelings. I just need to know your opinion. 

CHEATERS

Mrs. Allen examined the test sheet. Humming absently, she fiddled with her red pen while making check mark after angular check mark. As she came to the last question, she stopped humming and flipped through the answer sheet before looking back to the test. Another correct answer, she thought, doing her best do emphasize the last check mark against the grey pencil scribbles. Pencil needs sharpening, she noted out of habit. Setting down the test, she grabbed the cell phone at the other end of her cluttered desk. Mrs. Allen scrolled through the text messages to confirm her theory. She sighed and took out her pen, marking a big, red F next to the perfect grade. 

Chapter 1. 

“Back straight, chin up, really Frederick; you need to work on your posture.”

“And we’re worrying about this now because…?” Fred wondered, deliberately slouching. 

“Because this is high school Frederick,” his sister replied, smirking, as she punched him in the nose—just hard enough to make her wimpy brother stand up straight.  

“Jeez Aly,” Fred whined, rubbing his face and glaring at his sister, who suddenly softened. 

“Aww, I just can’t believe you’re going into ninth grade!” She exclaimed, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead.

“Ewwww!” Fred complained, resisting the urge to return his sister’s punch, “you said yourself that I’m in high school now, so don’t we like…have to pretend we don’t know each other?” Aly laughed. 

“Good luck with that!” She said, tossing her hair, which annoyingly happened to be the same strawberry blonde shade as his, “now, are you riding in Michelle or taking the bus, dork?” Aly questioned, holding up the keys to her brand new car, which she had lovingly named “Michelle.” Fred picked up his backpack from the slick, grey garage floor and swung it over one shoulder before dashing out the open garage doors after his teasingly lithe sister. A ride in Michelle was too good to pass up, even if it meant he had to endure even more sisterly teasing. Aly’s bright red convertible was parked in the road next to the driveway so that she could pull out without alerting their parents. 

“Hop in,” invited Aly, patting the passenger seat. 

“Awesome!” Her brother exclaimed, flinging his backpack down behind the seat. Ally swung the driver’s door shut and turned the key with one hand while fastening her seatbelt with the other. 

“Alysa! Frederick! Where do you think you’re going?” Oops. So much for sneaking away unnoticed, Fred thought, turning to see his mother waving at them from the front porch of their incredibly boring, two-story, brick-and-siding house. 

“We’re just going to school, Mom. I’ve got my driver’s liscence now, remember?” Aly replied, tapping the steering wheel with her chipped nails. 

“Just, BE CAREFUL!” Warned Mrs. Marks, shouting to be heard as Aly lowered the roof of her car and zoomed away.