Recess (Age Six)

Recess: the time of day where kids can run around carefree and have fun with all their friends. A break from the prison cell that adults refer to as 'school'. It is a time to play on the swing-set, play tag with your friends, play a game of hopscotch or hula-hoop by yourself; it's a time to just play.

Though one know-it-all little girl didn't use her free time like everyone else. Instead of abusing the jungle gym or goofing around with her fellow classmates, she chose to sit under a big tree and do work.

She flipped through her novel and even began taking notes on it. This way when she has to do a book report, she'll be one step ahead of the other children. That's Courtney for you, a thinker, a planner and a bookworm.

"Whatcha up to, Princess?" asked the most obnoxious boy Courtney ever had the displeasure to meet.

Duncan Evans was her mean next door neighbor, the bully of the first grade and an overall pain in her butt. Not only did he consistently taunt her for no other reason than the fact that he enjoyed her reaction, but he also continuously called her that dreadful nickname.

"What's it look like, Ogre?" she retorted without giving him a second glance.

He crossed his arms and stared down at the miserable girl, "You're busy being lame?"

Again, the girl had an extremely short temper, it didn't take much to blow her fuse. "At least when I'm older I'll be a rich millionaire and not some plumber."

He paused, he had an idea, "You love learning so much."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." she rolled her eyes and jotted down another note.

"You're very welcome, Sergeant Sarcasm." he sat down beside her and she scooted away, "But I was just going to suggest you learn how to have fun."

"I know how to have fun!"

"By doing what? Reading a boring ass book?" he snatched her book and put it under his butt, no girl will ever reach there.

She let out an angered sigh, "Give it back!"

"I'll fart!" he threatened.

"Ew, Duncan, don't!" she whined.

"Then come play something with me." she might be the one with a lawyer for a father, but he knew how to bargain better than anyone else.

"Play what?" she asked cautiously, yet curiously.

Five minutes later they were in a heated game of basketball. Every time Courtney went to throw the ball, he would interfere with it. He blocked every shot she made and managed to get past her defense every time he had the ball. To put it simply, he won.

"Face it, Princess, you might be smart, but I'm more athletic than you can ever dream to be." he winked at her.

"But that's not fair!"

"I won, face it!" the bell rang signally the end of recess. "Try harder next time, Sweetheart."

"Next time, I'll win."