Shorts of a Different Kind

15 Feb 2011 Leave a Comment

by jilliansavage in Stories

It wasn’t as if she wanted to get in trouble, oh no, she was a good kid. Ate all her veggies when asked and hid the rest of daddy’s plate when momma wasn’t looking. But really, she was a good kid. So she shouldn’t get in a lot of trouble when she decided to walk back to daycare.

 

After all, everyone there liked her. Ms. Spencer would surely know that she, Jamie B. Fethers, was not to blame. It was the bus driver who should be blamed. The redheaded woman was a terror, blowing her whistle when anyone talked and yelling threats all the way back to the tiny daycare center.

 

A kindergartner could only take so much. She was gonna be like Harriet the Spy, sneaking all the way back to the daycare under the cover of the park. Her daddy would be proud of her, he was a Marine.

 

Yeah, really quiet like.

 

She managed to get past the crossing guard, the smelly old dog on the corner and hid when the actual bus passed her.

 

Oh yeah, she was a Marine.

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