Beezus wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her right hand and examined the writing on her left arm. “A few more letters and I’ll be finished with this madness.” she told herself reassuringly. If it wasn’t for the dare, she wouldn’t even dream of vandalizing her own skin. But she gave her word and alas, had to oblige. She brought the quill back on her arm and continued writing. Once done, she examined it and frowned, obviously unsatisfied. “Ugh. This quill is too shaky my penmanship looks like chicken scratch!”

Good going Beezus, blame the quill.