Some ideas are better left unsaid… especially when they involve two people I don't ever write about.
One shot by choice.
10. Light
Only in first grade, and the two had already blown a fuse…
"Aw, come on, Kwan!" a blonde haired boy complained, pulling his football jersey friend into the classroom with him. "Everyone's at recess!"
The Asian child in Ms. Muzikima's first grade class looked at the unknown football star. "I don't know, Dash. Something feels really weird about this. Like we shouldn't be here."
Dash Baxter was not one for kids who weren't willing to take risks, and he was seriously beginning to doubt his new friend in class. So far, the only familiar faces Dash had seen was that Fenton kid whose parents fought ghosts, Sam Manson who was playing in the sandbox, and Tucker Foley. Tucker was a completely different story all together. "You're not going to turn into those other kids, are you?" he asked, a pleading tone evident in his voice.
Kwan Shozuma shook his head. "No."
"Good." Dash looked inside the classroom and grinned. "The teacher's not in here! C'mon, Kwan! Now's our chance!"
Kwan looked bewildered, his face bulging into a strange expression. "I don't get it, Dash. What are we doing?"
The blonde looked at the black-haired child in defeat. "Remember how Teacher said we were going to learn about light today? Why wait for those guys when I can show you how light work?!" His eyes shone with excitement as he shut the door, pulling in the other kid. "It's easy! Dad showed me how at home!"
For Kwan, he thought of Dash as his best friend since he had come from Japan when he was a child. The American had taught him a great deal about how people lived here in the United States, and he was ready for another lesson from the wise and popular Dash Baxter, who already had quite a number of women flocking at his heels.
Basically, they all asked him if he had cooties. And when he said no, they giggled and ran away. So much for being cute and having the looks.
Dash motioned to the boy and showed him the light switch to the classroom. "See this? It's a light switch. This is what makes the light go on and off!"
Kwan's face soured over momentarily. "I can do that easy."
The soon-to-be football jock crossed his arms and looked at him. "Oh, yeah? I bet I can do it more times than you!"
His friend grinned and put his hand on the switch. A moment later, the classroom was engulfed in darkness and silence hung in the air like a stunned individual had just seen a ghost. "It's scary in here," Dash whispered.
Kwan flipped the light back on. "See? I do know about light!"
"No fair!" his friend cried. "I wanna use the light!" He ran over and turned off the light switch. Once again, there was darkness in the room, but seconds later, Dash flipped it back on. Kwan proceeded to run to the other side of the room an grinned. Dash narroed his eyes. "Don't do it!"
Flick.
Darkness.
Flick.
Dash turned the lights back on. Kwan scowled. "But I like the dark!"
Flick.
"Light!" Dash yelled.
Flick.
"Dark!" Kwan howled angrily.
Flick.
Flick.
Flick.
ZAP!
Dash flipped the switch on. Nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing. He furiously flipped the light switch on and off in the classroom. Kwan's voice caused him to jump. "No more light, Dash."
He glared at the boy in the dark from what he could see. "This is all your fault."
Silence followed this, and moments later, a voice was heard from outside the door. Kwan looked terrified. "Oh, no! Teacher's coming back!"
Dash froze. "Uh-oh."
The door opened, and the light came in from the outside as their teacher, Ms. Muzikima, looked inside and flicked the light switch. Nothing happened. Frowning, she tried again, and nothing happened. Looking around, she stepped in and furrowed her brow. "Blown fuse?" she wondered aloud, her eyes darting around. There was a slight movement in the darkness, and Dash Baxter bolted out of the classroom, running down the hallway. She narrowed her eyes. "What is he doing in there?"
"He messed around with the light!" a familiar voice yelled out, footsteps now heard running past her. "I saw him!"
Muzikima glanced at Kwan in surprise. "Excuse me? Kwan, what were you doing in there with him?"
His face was tearful. "I was trying to stop him!"
The teacher nodded. "I understand. However, you should have come and got me first. I would have been able to stop him."
"Can I go wash my hands?"
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"We're in trouble," Dash told Kwan as he sat in the next bathroom stall over.
Kwan sulked. "You should have never told me about how to work light, Dash."
"But we're still best friends, right?"
Dash nodded, despite the fact the other boy couldn't see him. "Uh-huh. You got it!"
"I still like the darkness."
Moments later, there were reports of a fuse being blown in the bathroom near the first grade hallway, and a mechanic went by to check out what had happened. Reports later indicated that two boys were arguing when he got there about how to turn the lights on and leave them on. And yet, it wasn't half as fun. Besides, when did you last try and blow a fuse flicking a light switch on and off?
Wow. I'm scared. Where did I come up with this one? I like rambling again. Thanks for reading!