Jimmy sat at his worktable putting the finishing touches on his class project. He had spent over a week just getting prepared for it and then another week sculpting the clay with all the tender care and diligence he could muster, which was actually quite a bit when he was motivated. Miss Peterson, his arts teacher, stepped over to Jimmy's table and inspected his work. "Um, Jimmy, what exactly is that?" she asked. Jimmy beamed proudly, "This is an authentic recreation of a sacred babylonian fertility idol." "Really," the young teacher said, not sure if Jimmy was pulling her leg. Jimmy's buddy, Bobby, smirked and said, "It looks like a chick with big tits playing with a dildo." Jimmy turned to him and smiled, "Well it's not my fault that the babylonians were horny bastards." Both of the boys broke down laughing. Miss Peterson frowned, not amused by their language or their disruptive behavior. Once one student started goofing off, the others were sure to follow. But before she could open her mouth to say something to Jimmy, there was a loud crash and the doors to the classroom went flying through the air.
Miss Peterson screamed for everyone to duck and cover, but it was too late. Little Beatrice Potter lay sprawled on the far side of the room, her head crushed under one of the aluminum doors.
Tue Nov 2 00:04:03 1999