TITLE: Hatshepsut: Female Pharaoh
GENRE: Historical Fiction
If only the gods had made her a boy. A boy wouldn’t be stuck in a tree to escape Thutmosis and his slingshot. A boy could pummel her brother and break the slingshot over his smug little face and get away with it.
"Stupid girl!" Thutmosis’s voice cracked. “I’ll climb up there and get you.”
"I’d like to see you try." Hatshepsut rubbed the pebble bite on her shoulder, clutching the sycamore’s branch in her other hand. He was bluffing. Her scrawny half-brother was terrified of heights, always had been. However, one wrong move would send Hatshepsut plummeting to the grass below. That was an experience she could live without.
"We’re late for our lessons," she said. “Let me come down.”
"I don’t care about being late," Thutmosis sneered. "You’ll just show off and Tawi will gush over what a perfect student you are. He’ll wait- I’m the prince."
Hatshepsut rolled her eyes. She wished Neferubity was still at her side, but her older sister had died from a fever almost a year ago. She would have to fend for herself.
"I'm sure Tawi would consider himself blessed by Amun if he didn’t have to teach you today,” she said.
Again, Hatshepsut received the sharp reply of a pebble, this time between her eyes. Squealing in surprise, both hands flew to her face, upsetting her precarious balance. She reached out to the tree’s limbs, but they mocked her, already out of reach as she fell back, the green leaves disappearing into the blue swath of Egyptian sky.