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You know the title...don't you?
HURT
"Nostalgia Williams! Please rise and read your poem!"
Shakes head.
"Nostalgia...rise."
"Nnnnno!"
"Nostalgia, participation isn't optional. You HAVE to read the poem."
"Then why did you say please?"
"To be POLITE!!! Now PLEASE step to the front of the class and read your GALL DARNED POEM!!!" Dramatic finger point.
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Flip page.
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Hops off seat sadly. Walks to the front.
Reads:
" Hurt.
Everything hurts right now.
You say nasty things.
They hurt.
Yer a big stupid head.
I hate you.
Go away. "
Runs off to seat again.
"STOP RIGHT THERE NOSTALGIA!!!"
Stops.
"To the front of the class again, please." Point.
Walks back up.
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"Well wasn't that a precious poem?"
Class nods.
"Does anyone have any questions or comments for the author?"
Billions of hands go up.
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"You! Girl with the floppy bunny ears hat! Make a comment!"
Elsie: "My name is Elsie Maynard. I've been in your class for like a billion years already!"
"Elsie how many times do I have to explain myself to you. There are nearly a dozen of you. I can't learn all of your names can I? That would hurt my head. You'll just have to settle for being floppy bunny ears girl, like everyone else!"
Hangs head sadly. "Sorry Ma'am."
"As well you should be. Now make a comment."
"I forgot what I was gonna say!"
"No nap time for you!"
Slumps into seat sadly.
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"You with the fire truck hat! Make a comment!"
"Your poem was sad."
"Um, thank you." Shrug.
"Do you give it any kudos!?"
"What's a kudos?" Head scratch.
"Detention!!!"
Slumps into seat.
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"Next! You over there! In the rainbow suspenders! Ask a question!"
"How did you get the idea to write the poem?"
"I had to write a poem. So I wrote how I felt." Shrug.
"Who was it writ to?"
"I didn't say you could ask a second question!"
"Shaddap cunt!"
"Ms. Murphy. Get the soap and show Mr. Purple Suspenders here, the advantages of keeping one's mouth ivory clean."
Plucks him up by suspenders, and carries him off. Flipping the soap in the other hand.
Brendan: "BRENDAN!!! MY NAME IS BRENDAN!!! MY NAME IS BRENDAN!!!"
"Whatever you say, rainbow suspenders boy!" Giggle, giggle. "Anyway, who WAS it writ to?"
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"Um, it was writ to the Dark Prince of Monster Land. He won't leave me alone. He stalks me day and night. Wants to marry me so he can do terrible things to me, and then eat me up crap me out."
"Excrete you out, dear. Don't be crude."
"Excrete me out, sorry."
"Why would he want to do that?"
"When he eats things and excretes them, they become soulless, yet adorable monsters. He likes to hug them."
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