“Jimmy cracked corn and I don’t care…”
“Jimmy cracked the corn and I don’t care.”
An overweight young fourteen year old sang as he bounced around a thinner, slightly younger child. Both young men smiles as they walked over the freshly paved street to a single story building on the other side.
“You can stop singing that now, Happy. You look like an idiot bouncing around me like an insect.”
“Ha… what kind of insect am I Jimmy? A mosquito? A wasp.” Happy then began to buzz and circle Jimmy.
“Wow man, you are wound up today,” Jimmy said with a smile.
“You know what day it is, right,” Happy shouted. “You know who is teaching English today? Ahhh… Mrs. English herself. The princess of type.”
Jimmy laughed. “Yes, I know you are in love with Mrs. Sadle. You know love of an English teacher is unhealthy.” He prods Happy.
Both young men step into the school and head to class. The hallways are packed with kids scurrying to get to class. The boys walk forward then to the right. They approached room 115 and Jimmy began to open the door. “Oh my gah, look at her.” Happy said as they looked through the glass in the classroom door. Mrs. Sadle sat on the desk in a colorful sun dress, legs crossed talking to Sally Pennington. “I can’t go in there,” Happy said and closed the door.
“Happy, we have to go to English.”
“I can’t, Jimmy. I will be a fool in love.”
“Hah,” Jimmy laughed and opened the door. He stepped into the room and found his seat. “Hi Jimmy,” Mrs. Sadle said with a smile. “Mrs. Sadle,” Jimmy began with an eye toward happy, while Happy tried to stop him from outside the room. “… Happy is in…”
Happy stepped into the room. “I am in love with Country music. I love me some Daniel Boone.” The room laughed followed by Mrs. Sadle who leap from the desk. “Happy, you are a wonderful character. Daniel Boone was not a country singer.” She smiled and Happy found his seat next to Jimmy. “Ok, we are reading today…”
“Did you hear that Jimmy, I’m a character?” Happy said with a large smile as they walked from Room 115.
“You need a habit, Happy.”
“No you need a girlfriend,” Happy replied. “Then you will know what it feels like.”
That was when she stepped from another room. Her hair black as tar…