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fardell24Stacy and the Brain Phase
“Eggshell, I said Egg plant!” Quinn said.
“You’re kidding!” Stacy said.
They both laughed.
“Quinn?” It was Mr. O’Neill, who had come up to them unseen. “Was there something you wanted to say?”
“Um, I didn’t get my essay back,” Quinn said.
“That’s true, Quinn,” O’Neill said with a disappointed tone. “I’m afraid I need to see you after class.”
The bell rang, and Quinn looked at Stacy. ‘Wait up,’ she seemed to say.
Stacy got up to go. “I’ll save you a place at the mirror,” she said.
Little did Stacy know that there was a crisis coming up. She was worried when Quinn didn’t show up at the mirror, but she figured that O’Neill was talking her ear off with one of his (sometimes) relatable sop stories.
A week later…
“I have a special surprise everyone. One of our students has so improved since last week’s essay, I’m going to share her work with the class,” O’Neill said.
“I really like your leggings,” Quinn commented.
“Yeah, but mow I have a shoe thing. Strappies?”
“Platform jellies!”
Stacy thought about it. That made sense. “Quinn, you’re so smart!”
“Only about important stuff,” Quinn responded.
“Quinn?” the teacher asked.
“Um, I didn’t get my paper back.”
“That’s right, Quinn, because I’m going to read it aloud!”
“Oh, no!” Quinn said with embarrassment.
“Academic Imprisonment, by Quinn Morgendorffer…”
Stacy had to admit, Quinn’s words were quite apt. School definitely felt like a prison at times. There were times when she struggled with the work. They seemed to be getting closer together! She stopped at line of thought as she started breathing quicker.
“Eggshell, I said Egg plant!” Quinn said.
“You’re kidding!” Stacy said.
They both laughed.
“Quinn?” It was Mr. O’Neill, who had come up to them unseen. “Was there something you wanted to say?”
“Um, I didn’t get my essay back,” Quinn said.
“That’s true, Quinn,” O’Neill said with a disappointed tone. “I’m afraid I need to see you after class.”
The bell rang, and Quinn looked at Stacy. ‘Wait up,’ she seemed to say.
Stacy got up to go. “I’ll save you a place at the mirror,” she said.
Little did Stacy know that there was a crisis coming up. She was worried when Quinn didn’t show up at the mirror, but she figured that O’Neill was talking her ear off with one of his (sometimes) relatable sop stories.
A week later…
“I have a special surprise everyone. One of our students has so improved since last week’s essay, I’m going to share her work with the class,” O’Neill said.
“I really like your leggings,” Quinn commented.
“Yeah, but mow I have a shoe thing. Strappies?”
“Platform jellies!”
Stacy thought about it. That made sense. “Quinn, you’re so smart!”
“Only about important stuff,” Quinn responded.
“Quinn?” the teacher asked.
“Um, I didn’t get my paper back.”
“That’s right, Quinn, because I’m going to read it aloud!”
“Oh, no!” Quinn said with embarrassment.
“Academic Imprisonment, by Quinn Morgendorffer…”
Stacy had to admit, Quinn’s words were quite apt. School definitely felt like a prison at times. There were times when she struggled with the work. They seemed to be getting closer together! She stopped at line of thought as she started breathing quicker.
