Post by scarecrow on Sept 7, 2006 14:33:32 GMT -5
I was going to use this as an entry for the short story contest. It's a good thing I went over the rules before I posted, 'cause the story was supposed to chronicle some boy's life in a story. Still, I thought it was the cutsiest thing I've ever written, and it's the first work I've ever really completed that wasn't a poem. Here it is.
Here's Spit In Your Eyes
“I’m not lying! He spit on me, I swear!” Dana wailed, stamping her feet again, turning to face Ms. Cooper with the most earnest face she could muster. “It’s icky, and I don’t like it!”
“Dana, I saw no such thing. And even if he did,” Ms. Cooper cut Dana off, seeing that she was about to argue again, “hitting him ... down there, is no way to solve your problems. When something happens, come to me.”
“But you never do anything to him!”
“I give him a good talking to.”
“He still gets to go for recess.” Dana quickly dabbed at a tear leaking from her eye, quickly crossing her arms again. Ms. Cooper was so unfair. How would she like it if someone spit on her?
Ms. Cooper saw Dana drying her eyes, and felt a spot of compassion for her. She bent down so she could be closer, turning Dana to face her. “Look, Dana, if you promise to stop hitting people, I’ll forget about punishing you this time, ok?”
Dana eyed Ms. Cooper for a second. Although she was still mad, she hated staying inside listening to other people having fun while she looked at the dumb blue paint in the corner. She nodded, starting to cheer up.
“Ok. You can go.” Dana was ready to run off, but Ms. Cooper stopped her, and again turned her so they were face to face. “And when Billy comes in, I’m going to ask him if he did that to you, and I will seriously talk to him if he did.”
Dana’s face fell. Another talking-to! Why, she oughta -
Ms. Cooper gasped when the spitball hit her in the eye. The little brat! She gasped again, wiping off her face, and then looked angrily at the mean little thing, who was glaring right back at her.
“Do I get a talking-to too?” Dana said forcefully.
Dana spent every recess that week in the corner. She decided she’d just hit Billy in the groin again next time, no matter what dumb Ms. Cooper said.
Here's Spit In Your Eyes
“I’m not lying! He spit on me, I swear!” Dana wailed, stamping her feet again, turning to face Ms. Cooper with the most earnest face she could muster. “It’s icky, and I don’t like it!”
“Dana, I saw no such thing. And even if he did,” Ms. Cooper cut Dana off, seeing that she was about to argue again, “hitting him ... down there, is no way to solve your problems. When something happens, come to me.”
“But you never do anything to him!”
“I give him a good talking to.”
“He still gets to go for recess.” Dana quickly dabbed at a tear leaking from her eye, quickly crossing her arms again. Ms. Cooper was so unfair. How would she like it if someone spit on her?
Ms. Cooper saw Dana drying her eyes, and felt a spot of compassion for her. She bent down so she could be closer, turning Dana to face her. “Look, Dana, if you promise to stop hitting people, I’ll forget about punishing you this time, ok?”
Dana eyed Ms. Cooper for a second. Although she was still mad, she hated staying inside listening to other people having fun while she looked at the dumb blue paint in the corner. She nodded, starting to cheer up.
“Ok. You can go.” Dana was ready to run off, but Ms. Cooper stopped her, and again turned her so they were face to face. “And when Billy comes in, I’m going to ask him if he did that to you, and I will seriously talk to him if he did.”
Dana’s face fell. Another talking-to! Why, she oughta -
Ms. Cooper gasped when the spitball hit her in the eye. The little brat! She gasped again, wiping off her face, and then looked angrily at the mean little thing, who was glaring right back at her.
“Do I get a talking-to too?” Dana said forcefully.
Dana spent every recess that week in the corner. She decided she’d just hit Billy in the groin again next time, no matter what dumb Ms. Cooper said.
