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“Sit down children. Quiet down. Let’s begin our lesson.” Mr. Quelhorst spoke without making eye contact with any of us. I don’t think he knows any of us by name. Whenever a kid does something that he doesn’t approve of, he shouts their seat number instead of their name. At least he makes eye contact when he shouts at us. That’s progress, right? For us, today is day four of Mr. Q.’s class. It’s History class and I wish I was history. At this point, I have suffered through three 90-minute sessions of monotone lecturing, chalkboards full...
Jack is almost free. His pulse races and his breathing is loud, especially for a Jack Rabbit. Pale light cracks through the crumbling ceiling of soil. It must be night. That would be fine for Jack. He loves the night. He loves the day. What he hates is being caged. He digs to be free, and he is almost there. With just a few more strokes of his small arms, he has enough room to emerge. Jack whispers, “I’m free,” as he sticks his head and neck out of the hole and into the mouth of something huge. “Whoa!” Jack screamed, ducking back into the h...
“Class, say thank you to Mr. Grabnell,” Mrs. Stephenson said. “Thank you, Mr. Grabnell” was the swift and unison response. Well, almost in unison. Paul was still reeling from their group romp through time. Mr. Grabnell nodded his head. “You are certainly welcome. I hope that you enjoyed your “Fly on the Wall” experience. Are there any quick questions while I pack up all these headsets?” “Can we do it again right now?” asked one kid. “That was awesome!” Most of the room laughed and agreed. “I am sorry. I wish I could st...
Submitted to Contest #195
"I Hope the Nickname Sticks” I knew that I did not belong on the stage but there I was, on the far left side in the back row of fellow middle schoolers dancing their hearts out. I was dancing my heart into palpitations. It wasn’t because of the physical excursion. It was from the sheer terror of messing up and everyone seeing it. Thankfully, I was as inconspicuous as someone could be on a stage, almost sinking into the black draping curtain, constantly behind the sharp line of kids to my left and out of sync with all the other students. ...
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