Time to get a Watch

Location

Student:

Thump, tap, scratch, groan,

                Clock sounding ticking tock ticking.

                Sigh, glance, slouch, count,

                Steps and monotonous lectures.

                Head up, no down, up once more,
“Catherine!”

                                                                                    caught by a snore.

 

                Spotlight, questioned, explanation,
“Class ended fifteen minutes ago though.”

                                                                                                validation.

                Peers nod, classmates agree, teacher out of shame--
“Detention!”

punishes.

                Two hours later student red with rage--
“I’ve done nothing wrong to you.”

                                                                                                 states.

                Mouth smirks, lips curl, teeth flash, and then she--
“This is the third time you’ve fallen asleep in class.”

                                                                                                 attacks.


                Hot flash, pain in chest, and the student can’t help it, she--
“But this is the tenth time class has gone over, you can’t do that.”

                                                                                                                                  Snaps.

                Once more, lips curl, familiar smirks stinging--
“Well I guess I need to get a watch.”

                                                                      hurt.

                                Two Months. Sun up, Moon Down, Repetition.
Teacher:

                Shwish, raining, shwash, patting, pit--
HONK

                                                                                                drive.

                Slowed cars, slower, slowing, haulting--
“GO!”

                                                                                                stopped.

                Same site, same hault, same late--
HONNNNKKKKK

one month ‘n length.
Door slams, feet stomp, anger blares—

“Take out your texts!”

Late again.
Step, glance, glare, sigh, sight—

SSSSsssssssilence.

“No.”

Breath
Heart
Lung
Earth

Taking.
Wrenching.
Crushing.
Shattering.

 

Shine practically blinding.

                Gold     

                                Silver    

Rabbits don’t eat these Karats.

Head shaking, sputter, stumbling, confusion, closer—

“What is the meaning?”

                                                                                Question.

 

Silence, smirking, hard work showing and teacher starts walking.

“Whose?”

                                                                                Shock.

Student stares, smiling, grows, laughs—

“Do you like it Ms. Teacher?”

 

Fumbles, slowly, picking up, turning sees tag—

“Whose $3,944.96 watch is this.”

                                                                                Statement.

Grinning, whisper, talking, laughter, Student—

“Now will you excuse class on time?”

Teacher stutters, Student interrupts—

“We fundraised that whole month.”

 

                                                                                Eyes locking.

Teacher says—

“Detention.”

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