One Word: dismissed

Class is dismissed. What beautiful words! I run over bunches of peoples to get out the door. I hate first grade. I don't want to go back again. No rainbow rug. No fun time. Why not? I want to be a little kid again. I want alphabet lessons and story time and play time and nap time. I don't want no formal lessons.

New Projects and OneWordforOneMinute: princess

Letters to Mom, as I've been saying, is almost done. I have about one month left in time to finish up. Very, very close.

I started a short story that takes place in a futuristic world where twins are killed. Very interesting concept. Making some connections to nature and adding a few more plot twists. I will post a section of it later.

One more thing. Here is a one word. Haven't done one in a while:
"You're my little princess," he said to me and I smiled. I thought about this for a second, "Okay, but then what does that make you?" I had to say it. I was stumped. I didn't know what to say. She just sat there, giving me that look and I just could tell how curious yet slightly pissed off she was. Sure, it was cute, but it was just so frustrating at the same time. She always had an intellectual one up on me.

And one more since it was an interesting prompt today:
I could hear his voice in my ear still, his voice echoing through it. "Princess," he had said. But what did that mean? Was I just this little pet that he kept up locked away. What a sick bastard, I though. I wasn't anyone's property. No way. I was just me and that's the way it was absolutely going to stay. It had to, right? I kept running.

One more:
Okay. So, I looked into her eyes and this is what I saw. I could tell she was trying to hide the fact that she was pretty, and it simply was not working. Her hair could be pretty if she grew it out. Her eyes could sparkle if she let her guard down. If she cared, clothes would look very nice on her body. But I just didn't understand. Why didn't she care? She could be a princess if she wanted to be.

OneWordaDayforOneMinute: Compassion

"Just have some compassion, will you?" I mean, I know she had this suck it up policy and life and and all, but now was not the time for that bull crap. I try not to swear, I do. And I mean, his parents just died and you're asking him that already? I loved her death, but I swear, sometimes she could just be so difficult to deal with. I don't even know why I do.

OneWordaDayforOneMinute: stacks

I looked around the room and saw all of the stacks of books that lined the walls. I couldn't imagine someone living there and not surprisingly, there was no room. A single window provided a flood of natural light. I felt someone walk up behind me, breathing down my shoulder. I knew I wasn't supposed to be in there, but I hadn't cared. I turned around, not knowing who would be there as I turned.

OneWordaDayforOneMinute: setting

Okay, so I put the forks and knives in all their fancy positions. God, what's the point of this?!? Do you really think anyone cares where their salad fork is, or perhaps the soup spoon?!? Why make it complicated? I don't want all of this fancy shit... I just want a simple fork, a simple knife and a simple spoon. A plate would be nice too, but I don't need a whole pile of them either. God, it's just dinner...