Primville High

The Color of Lessons

Kinzie was a bright young girl with bleach-blonde hair that fell to her shoulders in a rather flat manner. She had bangs that fell just above her eyes and a sunflower yellow hair band that separated her bangs from the rest of her head. She was a slender 14-year-old with cornflower eyes and thick-rimmed glasses that were "as blue as the summer sky," as her mother would have told you. The freshman was incredibly intelligent but her grades would often fall short because of the difficulties she found in attention. She always struggled with focusing on one thing at a time and often found herself, even in early childhood, running between tasks without fully setting to a single one. Whenever she did succeed at this, however, the result would be very much above average in quality.

Her teachers often gave her opportunities to make up for it, which she did very well, though many of them were rather cold to her struggles. An issue Kinzie had always experienced. She would have told her friends all about it too, had she had any. Though she was hyper and scatterbrained, there never seemed to be any indication that those particular behaviors had anything to do with it. People just.. didn't seem to like her much. Kinzie found it incredibly difficult to manage her feelings and they came out in rather silly ways. Her favorite were pranks. She loved pulling pranks because whether her peers were laughing at her or her absurdity, it always felt a little like they might be laughing with her.

 One afternoon while Kinzie was in math class, hard at work doing anything but math, she found herself overcome with boredom. So convenient that only a few minutes later Mrs. Carter was called into the hall. Kinzie knew that not a single soul in this room could be trusted, but she craved the excitement more. Though something she did not crave was the thorough walloping she was likely to get from her teacher if she did get caught. However, her mind hadn't let her think that far ahead before she sheepishly hovered to the front of the class, trying to keep her head down as the thought of everyone staring at her made her burst into flames, or at least she wished it had. The impish brat then found her way into the drawers of Mrs. Carter's desk, on the hunt for anything that could spark an idea.

It was in the middle drawer on the left-hand side, closest to the door that she found her spark. There lay whiteboard supplies, thumbtacks, and some sticky notes, all haphazardly located around an untidy pile of some kind of documents. She knew she had little time as she could hear her strict teacher's conversation in the hallway and the voices seemed to be getting louder. As though they were saying their goodbyes, her and whoever it was she had been talking to. Kinzie pulled out the thumbtacks and the markers, trusting her skills enough to avoid the eraser altogether.

Thoughtfully doodling something that didn't entirely make sense on the whiteboard, a few swirls with some punctuation marks haphazardly strewn throughout. Placing several thumbtacks into the seat of her teacher's chair, the defiant imp made extra sure to thread the thumbtacks into the inside of the chair in order to make them as discrete as possible. 

Hearing her teacher's voice approaching she rushed back to her seat, students giggling and making a scene all up until the door opens before a sudden silence fell upon the room. One could've heard a pin drop in the deafening silence and even Mrs. Carter seemed to notice, though only for a moment before she resumed teaching the class. "Turn to page 27 in your textbooks," She said as she took a look at something on her desk, gazing intently as she began to sit down.

With a sudden yelp, the tall woman leaped into the air, threw her hands to her backside, and began rubbing the burn out. As she did so her head lined up perfectly with the design Kinzie had made on the whiteboard so that behind her, those random doodles suddenly painted a picture of a comic strip teacher in immense pain. The students began bellowing with laughter. The noise nearly shook the windows as one kid fell over in his seat.