Red Combo
Sorrowful pain shot through me when he said, “I don’t like you!” From then on the day was black and white, like war pictures you see in magazines - the land strewn with death, faces stern and serene. My frown hit the floor and I walked away. An outcast, thrown from the world to forever sulk in the corner of the coat room. I sat there watching those creatures of evil laughing and teasing me, “look at the cry baby,” they said as I looked at them through a massive cloak of tears. Nothing would give the world colour again. Nothing would bring me back to that wondrous world of smiles I used to know. Not even the keeper of my joys, Mr. Bear, could take my hand and lead me to the middle of the room. I sat there forever. Then this dreaded shadow of fear hovered over me. I looked up, and up. There she was, the teacher. She had beams of joy shining from her smile. She slowly reached out her ever golden loving hand. In that hand was the key to colour and warmth. With it I walked out of the darkness with pride. I raised my head high as all the children looked at me with admiration. I received the highest honour a kindergarten student could ever dream. I got the “red combo”. I wore that red star proudly, and sucked that sucker like a king.
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