Post by Anime Monster on Nov 21, 2005 18:14:06 GMT -5
I don't know if this should go here but I rate it PG-13 because it mentions slash/yaoi and has some derogatory slang in it. Surpisingly this was inspired by a Norman Rockwell painting, if you are familiar with his works than you'll recognize which at the end, but if not, than...
Norman Buckabee had been told over and over, again and again since the time he was four, "You never hit a girl, Norm." He thought it was just another nonsensical rule that his parents had made up, like "Brush your teeth before bed, Norm," or "Don't stay up late on Christmas Eve, Norm." However, on one warm spring day April he found out differantly.
Sally Jane hated to play with dolls, hated to play "house," and hated those silly jump rope rhymes. Sally Jane loved to play with the boys, loved to play football, and loved the arguements that would break out when one wanted a "do-over." She hated to wear the stupid red and green plaid skirt that she had to wear because she was "a girl."
Sally and Norman were not "best friends" nor were they school yard rivals, like Billy Boy and Jimmie Watson were. They did not prefer to play on opposite teams nor did they perfer to play for the same team. However, on that April day, Sally accused Norman of "batting for the other team," despite the fact that they were playing football.
Billy and Jimmie were twins with a fierce competitive streak that made them, automatically the team captains for the daily game on the field at recreation break.
The day seemed normal eough. Billy won the coin toss, which was tossed by their teacher, an outsider, Mrs. Debra Barsolli, and choose his best friend Robert, first. Jimmie chose his best friend Norbert next, and on and on it went. Soon each team had five people and the only ones left were the rejects, Norman, and Sally.
Billy was up trying to decide who he wanted. Finally he pointed at Sally, "Jane," thumbing at his group.
At this Norman's mouth fell open, "But, she's just a girl," he shouted.
"A girl who's better at football than half the boys," Billy retorted.
"Yeah!" Robert and the other's of Billy's team shouted.
"She can't even catch!" Norman accused.
"Since when, Buckabee?" Sally shouted.
"Everyone knows that girls are only supposed to play 'house' and have tea parties with their dollies," Norman argued.
"You say one more thing about dolls, fairy, and I'll punch you in the jaw," Sally whispered.
Norman couldn't think. Fairy was a man, according to his father, who kissed other men in front of the bar. For a moment he didn't think Sally had actually said it, but the gasp from the son of one of his father's bar companions told him otherwise.
Norman balled his hands into fists and slammed it into Sally's face.
Mrs. Debra Barsolli always loved children and teaching. She was a kind and fair teacher who got apples and Christmas gifts from her students because they loved her. She always prided herself on never having to send a child home.
Mrs. Barsolli always stood near enough to the daily field game to hear what was going on and to refree the match, not that she was really needed. She heard the argueing begin but didn't do anything, her philosophy was to let the students work out their differences amoungst themselves until it esculated to physical violence.
When Norman's punch landed on Sally's face giving her an instant "shiner," Mrs. Barsolli rushed forward. Unfortunatly, she was to late to prevent Sally from tackling Norman to the ground. Norman pulled Sally's pigtails and threw dirt in her face and attempted to buck her off, but she remaned firmly planted on his stomache.
In her ten years as a teacher, Mrs. Barsolli had thought she seen it all, but she never saw a nine year old girl willingly kiss a nine year old boy. After all, boys and girls had "cooties."
Mrs. Barsolli quickly acted and pulled Sally off Norman who began to spit and make the "yuck" face. "Told ya, you're a fairy," Sally said, a bright grin on her face.
Mrs. Barsolli had never heard such language, "Jane, Buckabee, principal's office, now!" she screamed as she pointed away.
As Norman looked across the room at Sally, with silly grin still plastered to her face, pigtails in a mess, blouse wrinkled, skirt and stockings a mess, he realized why one never hit a girl. One never should hit girls, not because they through nasty punches or because they're "delicate" like his father said, but because they kissed, and Norman figured he didn't much like that.
Never Hit a Girl
[/b][/i][/center]Norman Buckabee had been told over and over, again and again since the time he was four, "You never hit a girl, Norm." He thought it was just another nonsensical rule that his parents had made up, like "Brush your teeth before bed, Norm," or "Don't stay up late on Christmas Eve, Norm." However, on one warm spring day April he found out differantly.
Sally Jane hated to play with dolls, hated to play "house," and hated those silly jump rope rhymes. Sally Jane loved to play with the boys, loved to play football, and loved the arguements that would break out when one wanted a "do-over." She hated to wear the stupid red and green plaid skirt that she had to wear because she was "a girl."
Sally and Norman were not "best friends" nor were they school yard rivals, like Billy Boy and Jimmie Watson were. They did not prefer to play on opposite teams nor did they perfer to play for the same team. However, on that April day, Sally accused Norman of "batting for the other team," despite the fact that they were playing football.
Billy and Jimmie were twins with a fierce competitive streak that made them, automatically the team captains for the daily game on the field at recreation break.
The day seemed normal eough. Billy won the coin toss, which was tossed by their teacher, an outsider, Mrs. Debra Barsolli, and choose his best friend Robert, first. Jimmie chose his best friend Norbert next, and on and on it went. Soon each team had five people and the only ones left were the rejects, Norman, and Sally.
Billy was up trying to decide who he wanted. Finally he pointed at Sally, "Jane," thumbing at his group.
At this Norman's mouth fell open, "But, she's just a girl," he shouted.
"A girl who's better at football than half the boys," Billy retorted.
"Yeah!" Robert and the other's of Billy's team shouted.
"She can't even catch!" Norman accused.
"Since when, Buckabee?" Sally shouted.
"Everyone knows that girls are only supposed to play 'house' and have tea parties with their dollies," Norman argued.
"You say one more thing about dolls, fairy, and I'll punch you in the jaw," Sally whispered.
Norman couldn't think. Fairy was a man, according to his father, who kissed other men in front of the bar. For a moment he didn't think Sally had actually said it, but the gasp from the son of one of his father's bar companions told him otherwise.
Norman balled his hands into fists and slammed it into Sally's face.
Mrs. Debra Barsolli always loved children and teaching. She was a kind and fair teacher who got apples and Christmas gifts from her students because they loved her. She always prided herself on never having to send a child home.
Mrs. Barsolli always stood near enough to the daily field game to hear what was going on and to refree the match, not that she was really needed. She heard the argueing begin but didn't do anything, her philosophy was to let the students work out their differences amoungst themselves until it esculated to physical violence.
When Norman's punch landed on Sally's face giving her an instant "shiner," Mrs. Barsolli rushed forward. Unfortunatly, she was to late to prevent Sally from tackling Norman to the ground. Norman pulled Sally's pigtails and threw dirt in her face and attempted to buck her off, but she remaned firmly planted on his stomache.
In her ten years as a teacher, Mrs. Barsolli had thought she seen it all, but she never saw a nine year old girl willingly kiss a nine year old boy. After all, boys and girls had "cooties."
Mrs. Barsolli quickly acted and pulled Sally off Norman who began to spit and make the "yuck" face. "Told ya, you're a fairy," Sally said, a bright grin on her face.
Mrs. Barsolli had never heard such language, "Jane, Buckabee, principal's office, now!" she screamed as she pointed away.
As Norman looked across the room at Sally, with silly grin still plastered to her face, pigtails in a mess, blouse wrinkled, skirt and stockings a mess, he realized why one never hit a girl. One never should hit girls, not because they through nasty punches or because they're "delicate" like his father said, but because they kissed, and Norman figured he didn't much like that.