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part 363 paper snowflakes
It's... December! I can't believe it's almost the end of another year. Time is weird. Anyway! There's been a lot of neato Hetalia news in the meantime! That game (that I can't get working but will look at videos and screencaps of so I can play vicariously)! The image of the first doll! The musical promo images!! What are you most excited for?
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the tale of the milky pens
(Anonymous) 2015-12-02 07:26 am (UTC)(link)I remember one girl, whose parents were really rich (as she loved to remind everyone) got her a TON of them (I mean 50 pens, easy) and she came to school with a massive bag of milky_gel pens that she wouldn't let anyone, ANYONE, borrow. Even her friends, even people who had nothing else to write with, even people who offered to pay(!). She was really proud of these pens. She would make a loud show of digging through the bag, switching colors multiple times throughout any sort of writing session in class. She would line a bunch up on her desk, constantly making sure they were straight. She would, if somone did ask to borrow, make a point of saying that HER parents paid a lot of MONEY for these pens, so NO ONE ELSE could borrow them.
Anyway. So, one day I got assigned lunchroom cleanup after recess (everyone had rotating duties, like organizing winter boots, helping teachers set up class, etc) and I wanted to put my book back in class so it wouldn't get lost. There was another kid in the room, which was unusual but I didn't think anything about it.
After recess, I came back in the class to... COMMOTION. Milky Pen Girl was in tears, surrounded by her friends, saying all her pens were gone, they were GONE FROM HER DESK, they were there before recess but they're not here now and someone STOLE THEM.
The teacher had everyone sit down and asked if anyone had been in the classroom after we had left for lunch. I had been in the room, but I was old enough to know I'd be the prime suspect, so I said nothing. That's when my clean-up partner (the scab) said: MRS. TEACHER, ANON CAME BACK TO PUT HER BOOK IN HER DESK.
I still remember what happened next, because in retrospect it was so dramatic, so theatrical, like a movie. My seat was in the back of the class. Every kid turned around and stared right at me. The teacher looked at me, frowning. Milky Pen girl cried out: Did you TAKE them? Did you TAKE them? Her friends patted her back to console her.
My face went red. "I didn't! I was just putting my book away." Everyone, even my best friend who sat next to me, was now asking me if I took them. So I did what any punishment-fearing 9 year old would do, and I tattled: "Well, Bloody Banana Kid was here too!"
Now, the kid who was in the room too wasn't a particularly well-liked kid. (He would later, when we were in 8th grade, make fun of a girl for crying in class about a friend who the principal told the school had died the night before. Of course at that time the worst thing he'd done was wave a banana with blood on it at me, long story.) Right after I said this, everyone swiveled--theatrically!--towards him. Milky Pen girl STOOD UP, pointed her SpiceGirl ring-clad finger at him, and said: You took my milky pens!!!!"
At this point the class erupted, with people pointing their fingers at him, accusing him of stealing, saying he'd probably stolen their book that went missing too. Basically the Salem Witch Trials, minus the witchcraft, fainting girls, and sweet, sweet John Proctor. About 15 seconds later, the teacher pulled the ever-feared "clap pattern" to get us to repeat it and immediately shut our traps. A hush went over the room. The teacher walked up to Bloody Banana Kid, and calmly asked: "Bloody Banana Kid, did you take Milky Pen Girl's milky pens?"
"No!" he said, in what I remember as a petulant way.
"You DID!" cried Milky Pen Girl, who was now completely assured of his guilt, as was the rest of the class. (As for why he was presumed guilty--well, in addition to the aforementioned bloody banana shaking, he had a habit of making mean remarks to people in class, about anything and everything.)
"I did NOT!" he said.
The room was at a standstill. The teacher tapped her foot.
"I'll give you one chance, okay? If you took them, tell me now and you'll just have to apologize and we'll be done."
"I. didn't. take. it." Bloody Banana Kid, who was now folding his arms and scrunching his face up, said.
The teacher sighed. Milky Pen Girl, who was sniffling and holding one of her friend's hands like a vice, mumbled something about "totally putting him in jail for stealing."
At this point, teacher turned to Milky Pen Girl. "Are you SURE they're not in your desk?" "YES." "Check again." She did.
"Are you SURE you didn't take them to lunch, or recess?" A friend piped in: "No, Mrs Teacher, I saw her put them in her desk! He had to have taken them!"
At this point the stomach rolling tension in the room had come to its boiling point. The air felt thick. The teacher said she would have to search Bloody Banana Kid's desk.
And then, someone spoke up: it was one of Milky Pen Girl's ex-husbands. (There was a trend for marriage earlier that year, on the playground, with lunch ladies serving as the priests.) "Uh, Milky Pen Girl... you put them in your backpack."
Silence.
"Check your backpack, Milky Pen Girl," said the teacher.
She got up, suddenly silent and sniffle-free. She walked to the back of the room, all eyes following her. She opened up her backpack--that ziiiiiiiiiiip noise echoing in all our ears.
And there, right on top of her folders and gloves and probably a Tamagotchi, was her bag of Milky Pens.
Re: the tale of the milky pens
(Anonymous) 2015-12-02 07:49 am (UTC)(link)and probably a Tamagotchi
this line killed me lmao. you managed to perfectly capture the whole elementary school mood too.
And I also remember gel pens - jfc gel pens. I really noticed their popularity when I was in 5th grade and it was bright and fleeting. I don't remember if one type or the other was especially desired (I always liked the ones where the center would turn silver after writing), but I admit, I was one of the kids that ended up with a whole dang box of the things
Re: the tale of the milky pens
(Anonymous) 2015-12-02 08:13 am (UTC)(link)lucky you!! Did you lend them out, anon? Did you?
Re: the tale of the milky pens
(Anonymous) 2015-12-02 08:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: the tale of the milky pens
Ahhhh gel-pens, how well I remember that fad... We always liked drawing on each other with them, the ink washed off easily and showed up so nicely against the skin, unlike that time I used a normal ballpoint and ended up with red streaks on my hand for days. One girl who was like the biggest party poop ever would lecture us about how the ink was gonna sink in and give us SKIN DISEASES but we mostly ignored her.
Re: the tale of the milky pens
(Anonymous) 2015-12-02 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)Re: the tale of the milky pens