photo by Rosan Harmens – click here for full res version
Donny sits on the art drawers. His boots swing, untied laces tapping on the metal handles.
Mr Kearney leans against his desk, arms folded. He’s wearing his I’m here to help you face. ‘Gonna tell me what happened today?’
The gonna puts Donny’s back up straight away. No teacher says gonna unless they’re trying to get something out of you. ‘Lots of stuff happened.’
‘Don’t be a smartarse. What happened between you and Anthony Rawlings?’
Swearing now. He must be rattled.
‘Anthony’s in a bad way, Donny. He could be scarred for life.’ The muscle under Mr Kearney’s eye twitches. ‘And there’s a craft knife missing.’
Huh. So they do count the knives. He doesn’t care. It’s well hidden, waiting for the next time.
And the next.
Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. Even I have to confess to taking the mick with this one – three lines, my backside. I official disqualify myself.
However, I shall leave it saying Three Line Tales, so anyone interested can pop along and take part – always a great photo prompt and always wonderful responses.
Word Shamble 
Sometimes the story just refuses to fit into the confines of the prompt challenge, I understand!
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Yeah, naughty though. Doesn’t count as a TLT, but a great prompt photo – as always 🙂
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I’ll put a note up that you’ve gone over quite a bit, but I’ll include the story. I don’t think Donny’s going to have a bright future. Shame, he seems to be a smart lad, being able to read his teacher like that…
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This is quite sad because he is a smart kid that might never go any where.
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Very true. Unfortunately, it does happen though, doesn’t it? Thanks so much for reading and commenting 🙂
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Kids can be scary.
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Ha! You’re not wrong there.. Thanks for reading Patricia 🙂
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When Paul was fifteen, someone from an Autism support organisation came to see him. He was in his fifties and his corduroy jacket and trousers were in their nineties. He sat on the floor talking trying to sound upbeat and saying “Cool” as often as possible. Paul wasn’t impressed. He refused to see him again.
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Hard, being able to talke to kids without paronising them. Especially teenagers. Joe has a teacher who says cool too often – not so bad now they’re only 12, but in a few years time … There’s another who has this effortlessly cool thing – more of a tattooed rock good thing going on – effortless. An English teacher. I think he’ll be the object of some serious male and female adoration as they get older.
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English teachers are often the cool ones – or at least, that’s been my experience.
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My English teacher was cool in her way too – very enthusiast and lovely – so you may have a point there, Jane 🙂
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I remember us having a conversation about our English teachers when we first “met.” I worshipped mine 🙂
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Mine was great too. We could have worse role models in life 🙂
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I started writing a list, but you don’t need that 🙂
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Haha! 🙂
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I read a couple of your posts and they are all really good!! I use my blog for my own stories, so it’s nice to see someone doing the same.
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Thank you Katie 🙂 Your blog looks great – I particularly liked your advice to write every day. A very sound habit to get into. All the best with your blogging and writing journeys and thanks for reading:)
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Woah. Wicked. And those thoughts just made it even more evilish 😉
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Thank you, Karthik 🙂 Not a kid to get close to, I think! Thanks for reading 🙂
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Unless of course, I’m in his side 😛 thanks for writing.
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Haha! Good point 🙂
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