The Adventures of Penny, Part I

I wrote this story to entertain myself during class (yes, it's true!). It's extremely simple, but it might be fun to get suggestions on what should happen next, and I'll write based on your suggestions! Enjoy!

Penny Padfoot was very very bored. She simply could not listen to Master Greenhorn drone on and on about prickly pear syndrome for one more second! Penny looked around the classroom and saw all 25 of her classmates diligently taking notes, nodding their heads and asking questions. “Master Greenhorn!” shrieked Penny’s classmate Hazel, “is it possible to use heather wort as a treatment for prickly pear syndrome symptoms?”
“Very good, Hazel! That’s what I was just about to teach the class…” Master Greenhorn redoubled his efforts to convey the importance of cures for the syndrome, and Penny looked over at Hazel, jealously noticing her shiny brown hair and the golden glow that seemed to surround her like an angelic aura. Yet, it was impossible for Penny to dislike Hazel. In fact, everyone loved Hazel. She was just so… sweet… and beautiful. Every day, she walked the long stairway up to Wobbly Warlocks Academy’s front entrance with a big smile on her face. She greeted everyone she passed with a big sparkly smile. She said “Hi, sweetie!” to the girls, and “Hi, Handsome!” to all the boys.

Surprisingly, Hazel and Penny were best friends, and they told each other everything. They grew up right next door to each other on Little Loblaw Lane so they were playmates even before they could crawl! Nonetheless, Penny had one wish: that once, just once, she could be better than Hazel at something!

As Penny walked home with Hazel that afternoon, everyone they passed waved and smiled to Hazel, ignoring Penny. “Bye Hazel. See you tomorrow! I’ll save you a seat at the lunch table!” said Billy Bluebottom as he walked past Penny and Hazel. Hazel smiled and waved in acknowledgment as he nervously walked past, tripping on his own feet.
“Where am I gonna sit if you sit with him?” whined Penny. “Oh, hon’, you’ll sit with me and Billy and his friends… or I can sit with you instead in our usual spot if you want! That’s no problem!” Penny felt a little relieved, but a little embarassed.

When Penny got home, she had a quick cup of tea with her mother, and ran up to her room and shut the heavy oak door quietly. She walked over to her bookshelf and got prepared to do the thing she had been looking forward to all day. She got her fancy parchment paper, paintbrushes, and paints and spread them all out on the floor in front of her. She could see all of the blues, greens, purples, yellows, and reds in front of her on the floor, and it was exciting and dazzling. Slowly, meditatively, Penny sat down on the floor and lifted her brush, dipped it into some orange paint, and began painting. Before long, though, there was a violent tapping on her window. This had never happened before. How would anyone get up here? Penny turned her head, and at once she realized that she was looking at Hazel.
Hazel was all red in the face and her hair was messed up. She banged violently on Penny’s window again, insisting on getting in. Forcing herself out of her shock, Penny rose to her feet and ran to the window, knocking over some red paint on her way that promptly stained the light blue carpet. As Penny opened the window, Hazel said “let me in, Penny!”
“Of course! But what happened?!”
“I’ve done something, Penny.” Said Hazel. “But you’ll never understand. I can never tell you. Just let me lie down for a second.”
Without saying another word, Penny pointed to her bed, allowing Hazel to lie down. Hazel began to cry uncontrollably, but Penny didn’t do anything. She was too shocked. She had never seen Hazel upset before; something really, really bad must have happened.