She looks just as good as she did back in school. Slick. Smart.
I glance at my worn trainers as the bus lurches forward. She hasn’t seen me.
I can still hear her vicious words, feel her pulling my hair.
I tap on her shoulder. She turns around.
Eszter Molnar is a former teacher who lives by the windswept British seaside with her partner and two children. She has been published in one of the UK’s biggest subscription magazines for children. By day she cleans up after preschoolers; by night she writes picture books and Middle Grade fiction.
“Ha! What you ever done fer me, eh?” I cry.
He towers over me. “You need to learn who runs this school.”
“You can’t tell me nuffink. I got rights!”
“Calm down and do some work.”
“I’m not scareda you,” I say.
I gotta quit teaching. Students isn’t like before.
Arthur Brown has been a teacher for a long time and hopes to be a non-teacher for longer. He loves to dabble in writing and finds the ‘snapshot’ aspect of the fifty-word format suits him.
Lachlan was coolest.
He could throw a ball.
He could beat up anyone.
He got dates with the hotties.
And he always managed to outsource his homework.
He tried out for quarterback one day. Fortunately for everyone else, he didn’t see the safety blitz.
Lachlan wasn’t so cool after all.
Joey wasn’t interested in writing while at school but has been writing on his own in recent years. He doesn’t mind the concept of “schoolyard justice”.
“I’m going to kick you in the face!”
Jeffrey was being accosted by the class bully again. He rolled his eyes. “How are you gonna do that? You can’t get your foot above your waist.”
“Then I’m gonna punch you in the face!”
“Oh,” said Jeffrey. “I guess that’ll work.”