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Title: Crayola
Chapter: 1, Every color in the box.
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I believe that every person is assigned
a color when they are born,
not the color of their skin but
the color in their heart.Have you ever
walked down the street and seen a
business man walking fastly
talking on the cell with one hand,
and in the other a leather brief case?
Well I think the myself oh look at that
person they're terribly brown aren't they!
I can't find my color yet but some day
I know it will happen. I could be
cutting onions in the kitchen, and
suddenly boom, I'll go red, or purple,
maybe yellow. So that's what keeps
me going, that fact that some day
I'll find out the mystery of
the crayola boxed heart.
The teacher read my poem very fastly, then put it one his desk looked at me, and said "Kain! I had NO Idea you were a poet!".
I felt a great sense of achievement and grinned at my talent, I didn't realize that big pumpkin smile faded when that teacher
also said, "But you still need work. This poem doesn't flow well enough. It also seems like you just through in an ending with
some bogus sentence." he ended by pulling out a red pen and circling that last part of my poem. Kain's face blared a deep red,
and she snatched the paper back from the teacher who was looking back at her amused she was breathing hard now. "What kinda shit
are you sniffing! What do you mean it doesn't FLOW, I personally think its FLOW is just fine AND besides the fact that I
have no idea what FLOW means I think there's nothing wrong with my FLOW!" Kain said and slammed her hand on Mr. Nishimoto's
desk and then preceded to make her point by ripping up her 'flow' impaired poem.
Now sitting up in the dean's office kain sat sulking in one of the cheap plastic school chairs. The lady in the front desk,
whatever she was, finally stopped sharping her nails and said in a new Yorker's accent "Go ahead Honey, he's waiting for you."
and motioned to the door on her left. 'How does she know if he's ready? Is she like psychically connected to the dean?'
Kain thought and decided that she better be nice to the lady just in case.
When she walked through the door, she looked across the room to see two shoes propped up on the desk. Kain had been here
frequently but now there was a new dean and his name was Mr. Naraku. It seemed like he was almost a girl, he had a girly
look to his face and long hair with the top pulled up. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw his purple kimono, Kain had
never seen a man wear a PURPLE one before. Mr. Naraku looked up over his shoes and smiled evilly, "Hello Ms. Kain, its
nice to meet the one child that made the old dean go into retirement." 'is that what happened she thought'. Apparently her
mother wasn't the only one she had given gray hairs.....
Kain got onto the bus that she took everyday, it was coming to her stop her the girl who was talking loudly to a boy that
was in front of us ignored Kain when she asked to get out. Kain tapped the girl's shoulder and waited for a response, but then
gave up. 'I know what I'll do!' She stood up and slamming her backpack into the girl's forehead and she squeezed by smiling to her-
self. The day had gone by so fast and had been even more dramatic than usual. By the time she had got out of the dean's office and
with a free 4 month certificate for anger management classes that she was to give to her parents and a note saying she was to go to
these classes once a week, it was time to go home.
ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES! She so didn't need that!
Title: Crayola
Chapter: 1, Every color in the box.
~***~
I believe that every person is assigned
a color when they are born,
not the color of their skin but
the color in their heart.Have you ever
walked down the street and seen a
business man walking fastly
talking on the cell with one hand,
and in the other a leather brief case?
Well I think the myself oh look at that
person they're terribly brown aren't they!
I can't find my color yet but some day
I know it will happen. I could be
cutting onions in the kitchen, and
suddenly boom, I'll go red, or purple,
maybe yellow. So that's what keeps
me going, that fact that some day
I'll find out the mystery of
the crayola boxed heart.
The teacher read my poem very fastly, then put it one his desk looked at me, and said "Kain! I had NO Idea you were a poet!".
I felt a great sense of achievement and grinned at my talent, I didn't realize that big pumpkin smile faded when that teacher
also said, "But you still need work. This poem doesn't flow well enough. It also seems like you just through in an ending with
some bogus sentence." he ended by pulling out a red pen and circling that last part of my poem. Kain's face blared a deep red,
and she snatched the paper back from the teacher who was looking back at her amused she was breathing hard now. "What kinda shit
are you sniffing! What do you mean it doesn't FLOW, I personally think its FLOW is just fine AND besides the fact that I
have no idea what FLOW means I think there's nothing wrong with my FLOW!" Kain said and slammed her hand on Mr. Nishimoto's
desk and then preceded to make her point by ripping up her 'flow' impaired poem.
Now sitting up in the dean's office kain sat sulking in one of the cheap plastic school chairs. The lady in the front desk,
whatever she was, finally stopped sharping her nails and said in a new Yorker's accent "Go ahead Honey, he's waiting for you."
and motioned to the door on her left. 'How does she know if he's ready? Is she like psychically connected to the dean?'
Kain thought and decided that she better be nice to the lady just in case.
When she walked through the door, she looked across the room to see two shoes propped up on the desk. Kain had been here
frequently but now there was a new dean and his name was Mr. Naraku. It seemed like he was almost a girl, he had a girly
look to his face and long hair with the top pulled up. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw his purple kimono, Kain had
never seen a man wear a PURPLE one before. Mr. Naraku looked up over his shoes and smiled evilly, "Hello Ms. Kain, its
nice to meet the one child that made the old dean go into retirement." 'is that what happened she thought'. Apparently her
mother wasn't the only one she had given gray hairs.....
Kain got onto the bus that she took everyday, it was coming to her stop her the girl who was talking loudly to a boy that
was in front of us ignored Kain when she asked to get out. Kain tapped the girl's shoulder and waited for a response, but then
gave up. 'I know what I'll do!' She stood up and slamming her backpack into the girl's forehead and she squeezed by smiling to her-
self. The day had gone by so fast and had been even more dramatic than usual. By the time she had got out of the dean's office and
with a free 4 month certificate for anger management classes that she was to give to her parents and a note saying she was to go to
these classes once a week, it was time to go home.
ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES! She so didn't need that!