The Bored Pupil: A Short Story

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The Bored Pupil

'I hate writing', William thought as he slouched at his desk, his finger tracing the well worn letters, H...E...L...P carved into his desk; a desperate plea by a past pupil who may have actually died of boredom. William was your typical boy, brown hair tousled hair, brown eyes, average height, average weight, average in every way except for his, above average distaste for being bored. "Everybody hates writing," he muttered under his breath.

Glancing around at his classmates, they were all were exhibiting varying degrees of disinterest--Except for the girls, of course. They all sat up nice and straight, especially Sara, she had her hands clasped politely together on her desk, her pigtails aligned perfectly, showing off her …show more content…

She wore a plain dark gray flannel dress that would make drab seem festive, and a white, starched, high buttoned blouse. Her black, silver streaked hair was pulled back from her face, lifted and spun into her signature, extra tight bun. Miss Burns handed back the essays as she went from desk to desk.

Sensing a steely gaze boring through the back of his head, William sat up straight, as Miss Burn’s shadow crept across his desk. Peering over her spectacles she said, "William," pausing to emphasize the gravity of the situation, "this," dangling his paper between her thumb and forefinger, "is not good," she added, dropping the essay on his desk as if it were toxic waste. William quickly scanned the paper and saw a large 'F' with a minus after it. What the... but... how can you even get an F minus?, he thought.

Miss Burns, a step ahead of him, proceeded to tell him exactly how you can get an F minus. "William, you cite zero references, also, you fail to name even half of our past presidents, and you couldn't even name our current one...President James Buchanan!" She added, "So tell me William, have any ideas how you could have earned an F …show more content…

"I love it", she added, handing his paper back. "Very well, William, this is the quality of work and effort I now expect from you."

As William walked back down the aisle toward his desk, his classmates leaned out, craning their necks trying get a look at his miraculous paper. Passing by Sara — Whom he would one day marry — she offered a generous smile and gave a subtle nod of approval that seemed to say, 'welcome to the

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