Death by Kickball
Time slows to a crawl as Elenora wonders if she will make it out of a game of kickball alive 11:56, 11:57. I stared at my watch. The seconds ticked by oh so slowly. Seconds...
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Time slows to a crawl as Elenora wonders if she will make it out of a game of kickball alive
11:56, 11:57. I stared at my watch. The seconds ticked by oh so slowly. Seconds were suddenly minutes, and minutes were suddenly hours. At least, that’s how it felt. My face broke out in a cold sweat, even though I hadn’t moved a muscle.
Ms. Lavender asked a simple question—why can’t Dawn answer it?
We sat in a circle, everybody facing my second-grade teacher, Ms. Lavender. She handed everyone a slip of paper.
“Now everybody,” Ms. Lavender began, “I would like for you to answer the questions that I’ll ask you—you may say them aloud if you wish, but you don’t have to. Remember to write them down.
My mom used to like telling people about how she was in labor with me for over 36 hours. She would laugh and say that I was so comfortably curled up inside that I didn’t feel like coming out, and when I was finally forced to come out (two weeks late), I stretched out my arms and legs like a starfish all the way down.
Physical activity was just not my thing. It never was, not since I was born.
I’m pumping gas in the summer sun but the only gallons I can think about are the gallons of sweat that I’m sweating although it doesn’t make a difference anyhow and there are no good movies out and the flock in the sky has wandered to float far away above the mountains so there’s nothing to stop anyone from frying an egg or themselves on the sidewalk.
CHAPTER 1:
WESTWAY PRIMARY SCHOOL MYSTERY
Westway Primary School children were like bees because they were busy and they always had something to do. And at playtime they would all go out into the playground and squeal with delight as they ran to the swing to get there first.
Beatrix pushed Arthur again, and Arthur grew a new bruise on his head and a new scrape on his arm. Beatrix is the school bully and is always picking on other kids. Arthur is one of those kids.
Arthur’s dad thinks that he should get a dog as a friend because Arthur has trouble making friends. Arthur’s mother hates dogs.
Evelyn could never forget Sophie’s eyes—they were like black holes that sucked up every answer that Evelyn had written down. Even though Mrs. Walls watched the students closely, Sophie still managed to glance around the privacy boards a few times.
It was at the beginning of the second grade, when all the students took a test called MRA.
StoneSoupMagazine · Book With No Words by Michaela Fray, 12
Meri struggles to find her voice again
One word today, thought Meri.
* * *
Yesterday was three words.
For Meri, speaking was like a honeybee sting.
The bee has one chance to sting, then it dies. A word = a sting.
Meri talked plenty in her head, but talking out loud was dangerous.
Silence was better.
Being a tree is not easy or peaceful as it seems
I flew through the brisk, cool air of the morning as a tiny seed, wondering where I would land. With a dull thud that echoed in my ears, I crashed onto the soft, crumbly dirt. The dirt was cool and soothing, and I fell asleep with nothing to do. After a year, I could finally get a clear view of where I had been lodged.
It was the big day. After years of preparation, they were finally ready.
The apocalypse had shattered, and would shatter, the lives of too many, and the government feared that Earth would soon become uninhabitable. It was too big of a risk to take chances and stay on the globally destructed planet.