Jumpity’s Tank

“What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive,” Mrs. Bryant said, wagging her pointer finger in my face. She pushed my chair into the corner. My knees slammed against the walls.

“Ouch!” I yelled, bending over and rubbing my scrapped knees.

“Hush! Time-out requires silence.” The kids behind me were laughing. “Let this be a lesson to all of you,” Mrs. Bryant said. “Vandalizing property is against the rules.”

I pulled my legs into the chair, sitting crisscross applesauce with my elbows on my knees, my chin in my hands. I turned to the bookshelf on my right. In it were the books we read during quiet time. Green Eggs and Ham, Corduroy, Charlotte’s Web.

I don’t get it. Charlotte lied to save Wilbur’s life, but when I wrote “Some Frog” on Jumpity’s tank, I got time-out.

At least Jumpity survived today. Now I must find a way to stop the class from dissecting him tomorrow.

word count: 148

—Nortina


Mondays Finish the Story: a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.

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