Sketch

By Jake S.

I could hardly breathe; I was stuck with nowhere else to go, with my pencil who knows where? I thought everyone was going to die, including me. I was praying so hard in my head for the pencil to just come to me. But let’s start from the beginning, where it all started. “Alright class, you have one hour to complete the test…and begin!” said Miss Flanders, the pickiest teacher I have....”What are you doing?” Miss Flanders said snidely. “You cannot doodle in my classroom, especially during a test, which for some reason you’re not doing. Why aren’t you doing it?” “Well it’s pretty obvious, I mean, you pointed it out. I’m doodling of course,” I said. “That’s it, go to the principal’s office.” “Ugg. Fine.” “Without the pencil,” said Miss Flanders. Yep, that’s me, John Alan Smith, the troublesome sixth grader that loves to draw and always uses the same pencil for some reason. “John, do you know why you’re in here?” said the principal, Mrs. Quinn. Mrs. Quinn is nice, but she always goes on and on and on about everything. “Well, do you?” “I was talking back to Miss Flanders and drawing during a test.” ”Mrs. Quinn replied, “Yes, and why is it not okay to do that?” I said “it’s disrespectful to the teacher and bad for my education.” “Alright, it seems you have learned your lesson,” said Mrs. Quinn. “…So, can I go…?” Mrs. Quinn told me…”Hey, you still need a punishment.” “Ugg, okay, what do you want me to do?” <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">She replied, “After school today I need you to come in and do some chores for Miss Flanders.” <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Okay, fine.” <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">(After school that day…) <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">I can’t believe I have to stay here for who knows how long, probably two hours at least. I wish I could just draw something and it would become real, that way I could draw a jet-pack on Miss Flanders and she would fly up and I would never have to see her again. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">I wonder, naa…, well, it wouldn’t hurt to try… //<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">John drew on a locker while walking down the hall. It looked like a cartoon bunny or something. And, in a short second… // <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Wow, i..i..it actually worked! //<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">He didn’t believe in magic, and he know it couldn’t’ be a prank, so he just went with it. John walked into Miss Flanders’ classroom looking pretty devious. When Miss Flanders came in to give him his first chore… // <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">“Alright John, I need you to clean the white board for me.” <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">“NO!” I said frustratedly. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">“What did you say to me?” said Miss Flanders, surprised. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">“You cannot tell me what to do” I said, feeling powerful. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">“I’m the teacher, so I think I can.” <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">“No you can’t!!” I defied. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">And right there, I drew a jet-pack on her back and hit blast off. And, at that very moment I knew for sure I wouldn’t see //her// again. I also knew I could be extremely powerful as long as I had this pencil. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">The next day I raced to school to show off all the new things I could do now that I could make drawings come to life with my pencil. I knew second period was a math test, and I stink at math, so I went to the bathroom to draw a super-smart tiny stick man to put in my pocket and help me with math. As I was walking out of the stall I slipped on a piece of paper and the stick man landed on it and went straight into it. So, that’s when I realized if one of my creations ever got out of hand, I could just squish it on to a piece of paper. //<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">After a series of things going to John’s advantage, of course like every story something goes wrong. // <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">At lunch I was hungry but I didn’t want to eat the same PB&J sandwich my mom gives me every day, and I didn’t want to eat the hot lunch, so I thought for a minute. Then I had the idea of raining chocolate; billions of tiny little chocolates raining all over the world. So I went to the boy’s room and drew raining chocolate. It took up a whole stall, even though the chocolates were tiny little dots. Right when I took my pencil off that wall I suddenly heard pitter pattering rain on the roof of the school. That’s when I knew it was raining chocolate. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">I was ready to rush outside and eat some chocolate, but then the teachers wouldn’t let me go. So I didn’t eat lunch, but that didn’t matter. Because after school it was still raining! So me and every other kid got to eat chocolate while coming home. <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">The next morning… <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">It was still raining chocolate!! Not only that, but my house and everywhere outside was completely covered in chocolate. There was so much chocolate I could hardly breathe. I was stuck with nowhere else to go, with my pencil who knows where. I thought everyone was going to die, including me! I was praying so hard in my head for the pencil to just come to me. And just then, it did! <span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 16px;">That’s when I realized it wasn’t the pencil at all. It was my imagination the whole time. So instead of drawing on the floor where I was laying, I dropped the pencil and imagined all the chocolate had vanished, except for just one that landed… right in my hand.

<span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 21.3333px;">The End