Marty
Ms. Krantz's second grade class for gifted learners was a very harsh place. Jenny wore her brother's green shirt with a pocket on the front to school that day and, in doing so, matched three of the boys in her class. Not exactly the best way to start off the year with the girls in her class; those girls did not wear boy shirts. Gifted kids always got to do weird projects and things no other classes did and today they were making things out of paper, anything you wanted. Jenny, so far, had managed to make a sheet of paper out of her paper, it was not going very well. Marty, in his identical green shirt with floppy brown hair, sat across from her, working tediously on his own creation. On one side of his piece of paper he had fashioned a box that was slightly tilted to the left, and on the other side there was a tower with four small rectangles of paper coming out of it. Jenny stared in awe. Her creation was going nowhere. She crumpled up the paper and decided it could be a could, of course clouds need angels. She sat, for ten minutes trying desperately to make angels for her cloud, no success. Mark spoke up.
"Jenny, do you like my paper?" He twisted nervously in his seat.
"Sure Marty! I just wish mine was that good." Jenny blew the bangs out of her face, they fell right back in front of her eyes.
"Okay, well you see. This is a house for us to live in when we get old," he pointed to the slanting box, "and this is a palm tree, because we'll live on the beach, and I'm gonna draw some waves and sand. Would you live there with me?"
"Marty and Jenny, I am sick of telling you two not to talk! Marty you will be permanently trading seats with Tiffany, and you can start over on your project if you have so much time to talk!" And in one fatal swoop, Ms. Krantz threw Marty's project into the trash. Two small tears began to form at the corner's of Jenny's eyes. Marty rushed to the table across the room. The rest of the day, Jenny was quiet. Finally, recess came around and the class was let outside, a break from Ms. Krantz. Jenny waited five minutes and asked to use restroom, all of which were located inside the building. Once inside she went quietly to the classroom, where she fished Marty's beach house out of the trash. She put it into her backpack where Ms. Krantz wouldn't find it and walked back outside. Marty was waiting for her.
-this is just a rough draft, still needs work
"Jenny, do you like my paper?" He twisted nervously in his seat.
"Sure Marty! I just wish mine was that good." Jenny blew the bangs out of her face, they fell right back in front of her eyes.
"Okay, well you see. This is a house for us to live in when we get old," he pointed to the slanting box, "and this is a palm tree, because we'll live on the beach, and I'm gonna draw some waves and sand. Would you live there with me?"
"Marty and Jenny, I am sick of telling you two not to talk! Marty you will be permanently trading seats with Tiffany, and you can start over on your project if you have so much time to talk!" And in one fatal swoop, Ms. Krantz threw Marty's project into the trash. Two small tears began to form at the corner's of Jenny's eyes. Marty rushed to the table across the room. The rest of the day, Jenny was quiet. Finally, recess came around and the class was let outside, a break from Ms. Krantz. Jenny waited five minutes and asked to use restroom, all of which were located inside the building. Once inside she went quietly to the classroom, where she fished Marty's beach house out of the trash. She put it into her backpack where Ms. Krantz wouldn't find it and walked back outside. Marty was waiting for her.
-this is just a rough draft, still needs work