"Good morning, Class." Miss Key says to us. "Today we're going to do a fun arts and crafts project using the colors we've been learning. You can use crayons, markers, or paint!"
Everyone cheers and claps about the paint.
"If you want to use paint, please ask me or Miss Lily to help you pour some. Okay?"
"Okay," we all say together.
Everyone picks a table to sit at. Tyler and Grace are already sitting at one waiting for us.
"What are you guys going to use?" I ask.
Stevie and I are using paint.
Tyler grins, "The paint! I want to use the red!"
"Yeah! I want to use the paint too!" Grace says.
"Same!"
We all go get things for our craft project. Feathers, glitter, pipe cleaners, glue. There's so many things. I wonder if Stevie got the paint.
****
We all go back to the table and start.
A little while later, a girl sitting at the table behind me starts crying.
We all look at her.
She's standing and has green paint on her pants and her chair.
"Miss Key! Stella put green paint in my chair!" she yells.
"No I didn't!" I yell back.
Stevie what did you do?
"Yes she did! She's using green paint!" Why is she lying?
Where's Stevie?
"Miss Key, it wasn't me!"
Mama and Papa are going to be mad. Stevie keeps getting us in trouble.
****
Miss Key has to call Papa to talk to him.
Papa comes.
I told Miss Key Stevie put the paint on her chair because she was being mean. Papa looks sad, not angry.
"Stella, why did you say Stevie did it?" Papa asks me.
I tell him everything.
"Because Stevie did do it! And Stevie broke Grandma's glasses and threw Grandpa's toothbrush in the garbage!"
Stevie keeps getting us in trouble.
Papa shakes his head.
"Stevie's not here, honey." Papa and Miss Key look sad again.
"Stella, your sister died last year, remember?"
YOU ARE READING
Stella and Stevie
Short Story**An extremely short story written on the fly for a creative work submission!** A quick flashback to 20 years ago. It's a new millennium, the year 2000 to be exact, not that a young Stella cares much about it. A short day in the life of Stella and...
