Bad Reputation
Maggie Bartowski looked up from checking the corn in her father's fields as the government transport made a perfect landing in the yard in front of the farmhouse. Her older sister, Stella, stepped from the craft and, seeing her, waved. Maggie trotted back towards the house. Stella had been a government official for nearly ten years now and this was her latest official errand. The township had advertised in the colony for some young men to come and help the farmers throughout the summer and the autumn harvest. There was an odd imbalance in the gender of the children on this planet. The colony had more boys than girls, and the opposite was true here in 'Sideways Landing', which was leading to a few difficulties as the original farmers aged. Stella was dropping off the fifteen or so volunteers who had recently arrived at the places who had asked for assistance.
"Hi big sis." Maggie said as Stella came back out of the house.
"Hiya little sis." Stella smiled back. "Brought you some help."
"I was coping you know." Maggie pouted.
"I know Mags, but dad didn't want to wear you out. After all, you're only just eighteen, and you work harder than some of the older boys."
"I wasn't complaining." She still pouted.
Stella grinned.
"All right, you can do it all. But you've got some help now." A frown crossed the older girl's brow. "How much I'm not sure."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, this guy, he seems a bit...wet and weedy. That reminds me, Eve says you are not to torment him too much, she doesn't want a bad report about the town going back to the scheme HQ."
"WHAT! I can't tease him?"
"Maybe a little bit." Stella grinned. "I know how hard restraint will be for you."
"You can talk."
"Hey! I'm allowed to tease my husband, and Dee and Eve expect it. I've stopped with everyone else."
"Except me apparently."
"Well, you're my cute little sister."
"I'm not little!" Maggie said angrily and then stopped. They both burst out laughing. "We should talk more often Stells; we seem to be the only ones who enjoy winding each other up."
"You're right Mags." She hugged her younger sister. "Now, I gotta dash. Coming to the dance next week?"
"Probably. There is some serious tormenting to be done..."
"...And we're the girls to do it!" Stella laughed over her shoulder as she entered the transport.
Maggie waved her sister off and then went inside to meet the new arrival. Her father was talking with a boy of about her age.
"Margaret, this is Mark. You are not..."
"Yes, yes. I know dad. I'm not to pick on him. Stella told me already. So I promise."
"Good girl. He's going to be in the spare room, your old room. So get him settled in and then show him the farm."
"Yes sir." She turned to the boy, who was looking at her with amused interest. "This way, Mark wasn't it?"
He nodded and followed her as she led him to the room at the back of the house.
"What was that all about?" He asked when they were out of earshot of Mr Bartowski.
"What? Oh, the warning." Maggie sighed. "I'm afraid I have a bit of a bad reputation for teasing and tormenting people. I suppose I'm the nearest thing to a tearaway in 'Sideways'." She sighed again. "It's all my sister Stella's fault."
"The police pilot who just dropped me off? How?"
"My big sister was all set to be the chief delinquent until she decided to rebel and become the law instead."
"So how does that promote you?"
"Well, we're very alike and when she went to the academy she left me a detailed list of how to wind certain people up. I've never looked back since!" A huge grin spread across her face. "In any case, you look like you wouldn't be much of a challenge, no offence meant."
"Oh yes?" Mark smiled. It made him look kind of cute Maggie decided. "Like to try anyway? I might surprise you."
"I can't, I promised. You heard me."
"I won't tell if you won't." He grinned wickedly. Maggie grinned back.
"Okay, you're on. I can't resist a challenge." His smile made Maggie feel different about him than the local boys. "Just remember, you asked for it. But you'll have to say if I go too far, I don't want to upset my dad, or Eve."
"Agreed." He stuck out his hand and Maggie shook it. "Who's Eve?"
"The first born,. She's in charge of the scheme at this end and like a big sister to all of us born out here." She shook herself, she was talking too much. "Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place. And I'll warn you now to be on your guard at all times; you don't know when I'll strike!" She grinned mischievously.
"I'll be watching for you."
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After a week Maggie was feeling a little frustrated. Mark seemed immune to her verbal sallies and mild insults and she was wondering how. He just smiled benignly at her, and that was the problem. She so loved the smile she couldn't get mad at him. None of the boys she grew up with had a smile like it, not that any of them smiled much when they saw her. Usually they tried to hide, such was her reputation. Perhaps she was losing her touch she mused. But tonight was the night of the dance, there would be plenty of opportunities to rediscover her mojo.
Mark knocked timidly on her bedroom door.
"Margaret, are you ready yet?"
"Just a second, and don't call me 'Margaret', only Mom and Dad do that."
"But it is your name."
"Everyone, my sister, even Mr and Mrs Lynton, calls me 'Maggie'."
"All right, if you insist Maggie. Why do we have to get there so early any way?"
"I want to see Stells or Eve about something before it gets noisy."
"Fair enough. I wouldn't mind talking with some of the other colony lads, to see how they're getting on." At this point Maggie opened the door and stepped out. "Gosh!" Mark exclaimed, staring at her.
"What's the matter?" She asked in surprise.
"Nothing, nothing at all. That's a very pretty dress if I may say."
"This?" She waved her hand down over the dress dismissively. " It used to be a bridesmaid dress, when I was seven from Evie and then when I was eight for Stella."
"You must have been extraordinarily tall for your age." He grinned.
"Don't be silly." She giggled. "Me and Mom have been altering it ever since, though it's getting a bit short now." She looked down at the hemline half way up her thigh and sighed. "It used to reach the ground."
"It suits you. You look even prettier."
She blushed deeply at this.
"How come you can wind me up with such simple statements, and I can't get at you no matter how hard I try?"
"Beats me." He shrugged. "Let's go to this dance shall we?"
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"Stella! I need to talk."
"What's up sis?" Stella was stood outside the door of the village hall, waiting for her.