by Carl Hittite
Mrs. Addams was very happy when she saw Andrew walk in that rainy, Tuesday morning.
She bore the brightest smile she had worn on her face in a long time.
Andrew was her seventh grade nemisis. The two hated eachother, for no apparent reason.
Andrew was somewhat sloppy, and his mop of brown, but curly hair was growing out of order. His locker was often full of papers,
It all began when Aleah was 13 years old, and Joseph, then known at “Joey” was 3.
It began in Church.
Aleah was nervous that day, because it was her first day, as a mature 13 year old, to watch the nursery.
“You’re such a faggot.” Jessica said to the camp director.
His jaw dropped.
“What?” He said.
“I said you’re such a faggot.” She said.
“What kind of language do you think you are using with me?” the camp director, a middle aged man with a beard and glasses said as he looked back at her. Continue reading
Emily paused as she held the paint brush, dipped in bright red paint in her hand.
Her original intention was for the words painted across the green chalkboard to be “God is Dead.” But then she paused for a moment.
She realized she that if the phrase were to have its intended effects, it would need to sound less profound and educated. It would need to say something a bit calmer; a bit more teenage girl like.
The Dance – Part Four
Mr. Berger’s peaceful, relaxed mood, after the thrilling experience of paddling Emily’s bare bottom in the hallway would fade away soon.
Emily sat back and watched peacefully as it did. Her bottom was a bit itchy and bruised for a couple of days, but it didn’t bother her much.
The phrase “till you can’t sit down” was always an exaggeration, though the thought of it made her a bit satisfied and tingly.
The Adventures of Ms. Steidel
We all knew Ms. Melody Steidel. She was the school secretary. She was tall, and her hair was fixed in a bun, and like all the women who attended the Apostolic Church she gathered her hair below a white head cap.
She was also wore long, conservative dresses.
We all knew her, but not for her ability to staple papers or answer the phone. Continue reading
The Dance – Part Three
Emily walked through the school for the next few days a bit more paranoid than usual. She wondered if anyone had heard how she had “enhanced” her punishment on Monday. It would most likely not seem ordinary to anyone.
Mr. Berger wasn’t going to ask any questions, of course. She knew that much.
But others might. Especially as the Dance progressed, and the moves got more intense and wild, it was going to be absolutely necessary to maintain control of the chaos shortly to ensue. Continue reading