Monday, April 19, 2010

She Hung It on the Blackboard, by Allen

I sat at my desk, convinced my drawing was the best ever made. Ms. Cummings often found most my stuff to be too messy or that I had committed the ultimate sin of crossing the lines with my paint. Funny, how the world wants order.

In the fancy drawings of my peers, you can tell what the art represents. Not in this creation I have. My drawing was of the things floating around in the fog of my mind. So depicted and so drawn as to offer the class a real look at the genius of this nine year old.

I drew this because I wanted Ms Cummings to see the real me, to know what lurked under those line faults. The broad brush strokes and the lavish use of blue and red indigo ink. I succeeded. Her look after viewing my drawing let me know she knew the real me.. She didn’t scream. She didn’t cringe. She smiled.

"What a wonderful picture!" she said. "How on earth did you do this?"

I smiled and grabbed up the blue and red tipped pigtails from the girl in front of me.


Erica Orloff said...

This reminds me of some of those old classic Reader's Digest stories. I didn't know what was going to happen, so this was a cute change from some of the longer ones we've all posted.

LurkerMonkey said...


I thought it was cute, too. It had a little chuckle at the end. My only comment would be to watch vocabulary in a first-person narrative. There were a few moments in here when the vocab sounded grown up, not childlike.

Natasha Fondren said...

Awww, loved the ending, Allen! So cute! :-)

Melody Maysonet said...

I agree with Lurker about the vocabulary. Parts of it sounded like an adult talking rather than a nine year old. The ending was great. I wonder if the next line would have Ms. Cummings screaming and cringing.

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