Sunday, June 9, 2013

Homework for the Teacher: Trapped!

     So, if you've read any of my "stuff" you know that I'm not the type of teacher who believes in giving homework during the summer. Really, what's that all about?? Yuck! I believe summer for kiddos is for doing their real job...being kiddos!  However, since taking the A-Z Challenge I've found that it's true what "they" say about it taking 21 days to create a habit.  The Challenge helped me create a good one!  I've learned that I need to write.  It comes naturally.  Even if no one else ever reads it, it's something I need to do for me.
(But to all of you who do stop by and take a peek...thanky, thanky, thanky!!)
      At the same time, since it does come naturally, I've taken it for granted.  I've learned writing doesn't come easy to everyone.  So this God given talent?  I need to practice and perfect it.
(Ugh! it sounds like homework, doesn't it!)
     But, you want to know something else?  I've learned that if you love to do something, it's not tedious, cumbersome, or something you really want your dog to eat! So, on that note...may I present my first homework assignment for Short Story Ideas...
(feel free to tell me what you think, but please be kind, I like gold stars too, 'ya know)
 The Writing Prompt
The realization of what he had done suddenly struck him.  There was no turning back.

     His hand shot up and he waved frantically. The lunch he had eaten was talking to him and it was telling him it needed out! What was he going to do?  She kept turning her back to him.  He willed her to turn his way.  She didn't.  He started to panic.  She had warned them all to use the restroom before they came back in, but he didn't heed her advice and he forgot to...again.  He would have to pay the consequences for not following the rule, but that was a chance he was willing to take at that moment.  He needed to go!              
     Just as he was contemplating throwing all caution to the wind and running out the door.  She turned. Through squinched eyes she pointed to the door and mouthed. "GO!" 
     But when he got there, the two stalls were occupied.  He had to think fast.  So he did what no 11 year old boy on the face of this earth would do.  Desperation and need some times take over and he ran out of there and danced his way to the next door; the girls restroom.  He took quick inventory of the hall.  Nobody.  He opened the door and bent over.  No feet!  He ran the three steps it takes to get into the stall and locked it securely.  He made it!  Without being noticed!  He was so proud of himself and bid good-bye to his lunch.  
     Then as he flushed the evidence of his visit down the toilet, the worst thing in the world happened.  He heard a shuffle of foot steps.  The jiggle of the door.  Then someone's loud sigh.  She was waiting.  "Go away," he thought.  But she didn't.  She waited.  "Are you okay in there?" Oh no.  It was her.  The one girl in school he did not want seeing him walk out of there.  What should he do?  Everyone would know then.  He had to stall.  But how? Quick thinking again, he did the only thing he could do in there.  Flush. Again, and again, and again, until she got the hint and went away.  She didn't.  "Hey, I really need to go, can you hurry it up in there? The restroom downstairs is locked." 
     More toilet paper.  More flushing and then it happened.  The inevitable.  It started with a gurgle.  It looked like it was going down.  And then it didn't.  It came up.  Oh boy, did it come up!  It oozed out.  It spilled over.  Over onto the floor, onto his shoes and under the stall. 
      He heard her gasp and let out a scream.  And as he heard the pitter patter of her feet running down the hall and back into their class, he also heard her screaming out, "Mrs. Ray, the toilet in the girls' restroom is gushing all over the place and there's someone trapped in there!"
     And, the realization of what he had done suddenly struck him.  There was no turning back.  And as he heard the mad footsteps rushing in his direction, he thought, "Yep! I'm trapped alright!" 



  1. Funny!
    I'll give you a gold star. ;)

    :) Dawn

    1. Thanks Dawn! Making you giggle is enough of a reward.

  2. I can only imagine how mortifying that would be for any tweenie. Being a teacher and a mom must gives you all kinds of good fodder for telling stories:)

    1. It's never boring, The biggest challenge is describing things well enough so that y'all see it, smell, feel it etc. etc. I'm getting better...I hope :o

  3. Ha ha! Love it!!! "and there's someone trapped in there!" :-D
    Definitely a gold star for the teacher.
    - Kirsten (Short Story Ideas)

  4. Aloha,

    That was a fun read - mainly because I *have* been there - without the overflowing toilet, thank goodness.

    One add-on... the line where he was trying to stall her... you have the possibility of a great play on words there... he's in a stall, trying to stall... :)

    1. Oh no! But then again oh yes, since it did conjure a memory! Thank you for the "comments in the the margins". They help me!