It's time for the Speakeasy! Here's my little 100-word charmer, called "Tisket"
A hush descended over the room as Carla cleared her throat. It was her turn to start a game at recess; no one was truly interested, since she was not much of a pal to anyone. She was always so prim and proper, coming to school in a dress, crinolines, and what should have been her Sunday patent-leather shoes. Everyone figured it would be no fun, but with Mrs. Smith watching, they behaved. Carla pulled the note and dainty basket from her desk. It wasn’t green or yellow, but would serve the purpose for the game. Even the boys smiled.