King of the Playground
Who:BTT and others
Where: Elementary school playground
When:1997
What:Recess
Can other people participate?Yes; if they attended elementary school with us
Summary:The Bad Touch Trio, Arthur, and others interact on the playground
Ten-year-old Francis kicked the seat in front of him out of boredom. He eyed the clock above the teacher’s head like he has been for the past hour. Usually, he would pay attention to his lessons like the good little boy he was. But he had gotten into a little bit of trouble during art class by putting glue in Arthur’s hair. The art teacher hadn’t understood that it was to help his dear friend’s appearance! And it was nothing like that time in fourth grade where he had cut a chunk of it off! So when it was time to return to the regular classroom, his teacher made him sit on the other side of the room. Away from Antonio. Francis hated this side of the room! The kids here were so boring and they smelled funny! How was he supposed to focus on his lessons if the person behind him smelled of garbage? He just couldn’t.
He stuck his tongue out when the girl in front of him turned around and snapped at him for kicking her seat and demanded he stop. She could very well just get over it. He continued staring at the clock on the wall. Five minutes until recess.
Four.
Three.
Two.
The last minute went on for an eternity. Francis has all of his stuff packed up in his backpack, but then the teacher decided to assign some last minute spelling homework. Francis whispered a bad word he had heard his father say before and pulled his notebook out to write down his assignment in his messy script.
“That’s all for class today, kids! You can go play outside, but behave yourselves. No roughhousing or picking on other children!” She made a point of looking at Francis at that moment, but the blond ignored her.
Once class was dismissed, Francis was out of the room faster than an Italian trying to avoid the English army. Normally, he would have left with Antonio, but being trapped on the other side of the room by smelly kids, Francis made sure he was first out of the door and onto the playground. He immediately went to his usual meeting place-the top of the jungle gym to await his copains. He was certain Antonio would be joining him shortly unless he got held up for some reason, and Gilbert would be there as soon as the fourth-graders were released for recess. Then the fun would begin.
Where: Elementary school playground
When:1997
What:Recess
Can other people participate?Yes; if they attended elementary school with us
Summary:The Bad Touch Trio, Arthur, and others interact on the playground
Ten-year-old Francis kicked the seat in front of him out of boredom. He eyed the clock above the teacher’s head like he has been for the past hour. Usually, he would pay attention to his lessons like the good little boy he was. But he had gotten into a little bit of trouble during art class by putting glue in Arthur’s hair. The art teacher hadn’t understood that it was to help his dear friend’s appearance! And it was nothing like that time in fourth grade where he had cut a chunk of it off! So when it was time to return to the regular classroom, his teacher made him sit on the other side of the room. Away from Antonio. Francis hated this side of the room! The kids here were so boring and they smelled funny! How was he supposed to focus on his lessons if the person behind him smelled of garbage? He just couldn’t.
He stuck his tongue out when the girl in front of him turned around and snapped at him for kicking her seat and demanded he stop. She could very well just get over it. He continued staring at the clock on the wall. Five minutes until recess.
Four.
Three.
Two.
The last minute went on for an eternity. Francis has all of his stuff packed up in his backpack, but then the teacher decided to assign some last minute spelling homework. Francis whispered a bad word he had heard his father say before and pulled his notebook out to write down his assignment in his messy script.
“That’s all for class today, kids! You can go play outside, but behave yourselves. No roughhousing or picking on other children!” She made a point of looking at Francis at that moment, but the blond ignored her.
Once class was dismissed, Francis was out of the room faster than an Italian trying to avoid the English army. Normally, he would have left with Antonio, but being trapped on the other side of the room by smelly kids, Francis made sure he was first out of the door and onto the playground. He immediately went to his usual meeting place-the top of the jungle gym to await his copains. He was certain Antonio would be joining him shortly unless he got held up for some reason, and Gilbert would be there as soon as the fourth-graders were released for recess. Then the fun would begin.