Sixth December Drabble

Kacey had recently started a new job as a kindergarten teacher, and she had since her first hour on the job admitted to herself that she was completely inadequate for this position and didn’t enjoy it at all. She never would. She felt like Maria with all the von Trapp children, only – she had 23 of them, not “only” 7.

The morning had started... well, under control at least. But when all the kids came back from their first recess Kacey dreaded their coming back. What would they put her through this time?

The lesson they were about to have was supposed to teach the children some manners, by them painting pictures of how they act when they meet someone for the first time. It all went well... Kacey handed out papers and all the children got their individual crayon boxes out. But then it began.

A red-haired kid named Steven took as many of his own crayons as he could and started running along the walls with as many crayons pushed against it as he could muster.

“Steven! STOP THAT!”, Kacey called, as she saw black, red, purple and green lines forming on the walls. “Stop that immediately!”

The other kids had started to cheer him on. Kacey had to stop it. She got up from her chair. The children responded to this action by taking their own crayons and started throwing them at her.

“Ouch, stop it. Ow, no, stop it! You are hurting me!”, she yelled. The children laughed at her. But then quickly ran out of crayons. Had they planned all this?

As Kacey looked up again a few more children had started to paint on the walls. A few others had started to rip pages out of the books by the bookshelf. Two blonde-haired girls had run to the piano and was jumping on the keys, she could her some of them breaking with large cracks.

Kacey experienced how all sound disappeared. The kids moved in slow motion, her whole body seemed to ache. She filled her lungs with air. She then screamed as loud as she could, in the foulest language that she knew. She took another breath and then screamed some more. Blood was rushing in heir veins to her cheeks and forehead, she could feel her own face burning. Scalding hot. Some of the children stopped and gaped at her. Oh my god. What had she done.

It didn’t take long for one of her colleges to arrive, who quickly got a sense of the scene and took her by the arm and led her out of the room and at the same time instructed the children to go nowhere and to do nothing until she came back.

When Kacey had calmed down, it came as no surprise that she got fired. They said that she wasn’t amiable enough for the job... whatever that means..., but really, she wasn’t sad to go, on the contrary, relieved.

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Word of the day:

amiable
Friendly; kind; sweet; gracious; as, an amiable temper or mood; amiable ideas.

Wordcount: 499

Fun factor: 2/5