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rainbowfic2013-04-05 03:05 am
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Bubblegum Pink 11: Drawing
Author: Kat
Title: Drawing
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Bubblegum pink 11 (Show and Tell).
Supplies and Materials: Frame, brush (hackneyed), glitter (argue), novelty beads ("You people are so petty... and tiny." --Thor).
Word Count: 732
Rating: G.
Summary: Kindergarten was dumb.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Thomas is referring to these charts.
First day of kindergarten was pretty boring. Thomas already knew how to read and count so he was way ahead of everybody else there, so he spent most of the morning picking at the table and staring out the window and wondering when it would be time to go home. Mommy and Papi had to work, but Daddy had the day off—he'd driven Thomas to school and promised very faithfully to come get him after they let out—so somebody would be around to swing him up in the air and maybe play cops and robbers with him.
Nobody here looked like they'd be good at cops and robbers. They all looked really dumb actually.
And the teacher was way too nice. Thomas didn't trust people who were too nice.
"...so before we all go home," she was saying now, all bouncy and cheerful and clappy, "let's sit in a circle and share our drawings that we made earlier." She made little flutters with her hands, the kind that made Mommy very stiff when people did them at her.
Thomas wrinkled his nose, but he got up and let himself be shooed into a ragged circle with the rest of the class. This was so stupid, ugh, but Mommy said he had to go to school and be nice no matter how silly it seemed so he sat down and crossed his legs and waited patiently. Once sharing was done, the day was over. Teacher said so.
She sat down with them and beamed around the circle, then picked up her drawing—which was okay, for a grownup, but Daddy was better. "This is my family," she told them. "See, here are my mommy and daddy, and here is my husband, and here are my children, Jeff and Danny." Thomas perked up a bit—he had an aunt called Danny—but the Danny in this picture was a boy and he lost interest again. "I also drew my sister and brother. I love my family very much. Do you love your families very much?"
"Yes," chorused the class, and then the shy little girl next to teacher pulled out her drawing and started talking about it in barely a whisper.
Thomas looked down at his own drawing. It wasn't very big so he'd stayed with Mommy and Papi and Daddy and him. He could've added aunts and uncles and cousins and stuff but he had a lot of them—two aunties from Daddy plus Unty Morgan, and all of Papi's brothers and sisters and their husbands and wives, plus all of Mommy's brothers and sisters and their husbands and wives, who weren't all related to Mommy but they all counted anyway. And that didn't even start on cousins. Thomas was pretty sure that teacher wouldn't understand those.
Anyway, if it got really important he could bring in Leah's charts for Mommy's family. That would explain everything.
"Thomas?" Oops. That was teacher and she was using the voice Daddy used when Mommy got so deep in something that she forgot to eat. "It's your turn to share your picture."
"Okay." He held the picture up, flat against his chest. "This is Mommy," he said, tapping the figure with red hair. "I drew her in a lab coat 'cause she's a doctor. This is Daddy." Straw-yellow hair, blue dots for eyes and a blue uniform; Thomas had hoarded the blue crayon at art time for Daddy and Papi. "He makes sure people say nice things about the police." And actually Daddy was a policeman too but Thomas didn't think teacher would understand that either.
Teacher leaned forward. "And is that your uncle?" she asked, pointing.
Thomas scowled. "No," he said. "That's Papi. He's a detective. He catches bad guys. Mommy helps," he added, with pride. "Papi and Mommy are catching bad guys today, so Daddy took me to school."
One of the other kids wrinkled his nose. "That's stupid," he said. "You can't have three parents."
"Alex!" Teacher scolded, but she looked at Thomas all weird like Mommy looked at Daddy and Papi when she wasn't sure.
"It is not stupid," Thomas said, "and you can so 'cause I do."
"Well, you're stupid," Alex retorted. Teacher sent him to the time-out corner.
Thomas rolled his eyes. Alex was dumb. Kindergarten was dumb. Teacher was dumb.
He hoped Daddy came and got him soon.
Title: Drawing
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Bubblegum pink 11 (Show and Tell).
Supplies and Materials: Frame, brush (hackneyed), glitter (argue), novelty beads ("You people are so petty... and tiny." --Thor).
Word Count: 732
Rating: G.
Summary: Kindergarten was dumb.
Warnings: none.
Notes: Thomas is referring to these charts.
First day of kindergarten was pretty boring. Thomas already knew how to read and count so he was way ahead of everybody else there, so he spent most of the morning picking at the table and staring out the window and wondering when it would be time to go home. Mommy and Papi had to work, but Daddy had the day off—he'd driven Thomas to school and promised very faithfully to come get him after they let out—so somebody would be around to swing him up in the air and maybe play cops and robbers with him.
Nobody here looked like they'd be good at cops and robbers. They all looked really dumb actually.
And the teacher was way too nice. Thomas didn't trust people who were too nice.
"...so before we all go home," she was saying now, all bouncy and cheerful and clappy, "let's sit in a circle and share our drawings that we made earlier." She made little flutters with her hands, the kind that made Mommy very stiff when people did them at her.
Thomas wrinkled his nose, but he got up and let himself be shooed into a ragged circle with the rest of the class. This was so stupid, ugh, but Mommy said he had to go to school and be nice no matter how silly it seemed so he sat down and crossed his legs and waited patiently. Once sharing was done, the day was over. Teacher said so.
She sat down with them and beamed around the circle, then picked up her drawing—which was okay, for a grownup, but Daddy was better. "This is my family," she told them. "See, here are my mommy and daddy, and here is my husband, and here are my children, Jeff and Danny." Thomas perked up a bit—he had an aunt called Danny—but the Danny in this picture was a boy and he lost interest again. "I also drew my sister and brother. I love my family very much. Do you love your families very much?"
"Yes," chorused the class, and then the shy little girl next to teacher pulled out her drawing and started talking about it in barely a whisper.
Thomas looked down at his own drawing. It wasn't very big so he'd stayed with Mommy and Papi and Daddy and him. He could've added aunts and uncles and cousins and stuff but he had a lot of them—two aunties from Daddy plus Unty Morgan, and all of Papi's brothers and sisters and their husbands and wives, plus all of Mommy's brothers and sisters and their husbands and wives, who weren't all related to Mommy but they all counted anyway. And that didn't even start on cousins. Thomas was pretty sure that teacher wouldn't understand those.
Anyway, if it got really important he could bring in Leah's charts for Mommy's family. That would explain everything.
"Thomas?" Oops. That was teacher and she was using the voice Daddy used when Mommy got so deep in something that she forgot to eat. "It's your turn to share your picture."
"Okay." He held the picture up, flat against his chest. "This is Mommy," he said, tapping the figure with red hair. "I drew her in a lab coat 'cause she's a doctor. This is Daddy." Straw-yellow hair, blue dots for eyes and a blue uniform; Thomas had hoarded the blue crayon at art time for Daddy and Papi. "He makes sure people say nice things about the police." And actually Daddy was a policeman too but Thomas didn't think teacher would understand that either.
Teacher leaned forward. "And is that your uncle?" she asked, pointing.
Thomas scowled. "No," he said. "That's Papi. He's a detective. He catches bad guys. Mommy helps," he added, with pride. "Papi and Mommy are catching bad guys today, so Daddy took me to school."
One of the other kids wrinkled his nose. "That's stupid," he said. "You can't have three parents."
"Alex!" Teacher scolded, but she looked at Thomas all weird like Mommy looked at Daddy and Papi when she wasn't sure.
"It is not stupid," Thomas said, "and you can so 'cause I do."
"Well, you're stupid," Alex retorted. Teacher sent him to the time-out corner.
Thomas rolled his eyes. Alex was dumb. Kindergarten was dumb. Teacher was dumb.
He hoped Daddy came and got him soon.