Baby BooksA Story by SpeedyHobbit ArmstrongSix-year-old Xenia is angry because an older child doubts her ability to read.Xenia turned the page, leaning contentedly against the tree. Next to her was the foot-long twig she’d been playing with before, pretending it was a walking-stick because it came up to her waist. She’d gotten bored, however, and decided to open the book Nora had let her borrow. This story was interesting. Far more interesting than anything they read in her class. Not that it was hard for that to happen. They weren’t actually reading anything much in class. She’d just turned six and was in her first year of lower school, which everyone called L1. Most of the other children didn’t know how to read, while she could read Nora’s schoolbooks without a struggle. It was a fun story about a knight and a scary
dragon. “Say, L1 baby, what’s that you’re reading?” The book was wrenched from her grasp. “Oi!”
she cried, jumping to her feet and glaring. She wished she were at home where
the people who worked for her parents kept a sharp eye on her big sister Nora
and little sister Jillian to make sure neither of them did something so unkind.
Or that Nora was back in school and not
bedridden from a fall that had hurt her so badly she’d almost died. Donna was
Nora’s age but a big bully. “Give that back!” Donna smirked. “As you wish,” she should, handing the book for older children back to Xenia, who relaxed as she began to return the novel to her satchel. Suddenly, a letters- book was shoved in her face. “This is a book for L1 babies.” “ I’m
not a baby!” Xenia yelled indignantly as she threw the baby book on the ground
as hard as she could. How dare Donna say that was what she should be reading? An angry shout cut through the air. “Xenia Foxtrot, get on the fence!” Xenia froze. The fence? Why? All she’d done was try to stop another student from teasing her! Maybe Magistra Totting hadn’t heard. Surely she’d change her mind once Xenia explained. “Donna was being mean to…” “The fence. Now. “But Donna…” “NOW!” Emitting
a frustrated squawk, Xenia stamped toward the fence. Just as
she reached the fence, she heard the teacher’s voice again. “Xenia Foxtrot, it’s not ladylike to-“ The
pupil slammed both palms against the wood. Her head felt like something was
trying to escape. Her eyes stung and burned. “Leave me alone!” she tried
shouting. It came out whiny. If this kept up, she was going to cry and Xenia
was not in the mood to be mocked for crying. It wasn’t
fair. She’d just been playing a game before Donna started being mean. Why was she
the one on the fence while Donna got to keep playing? Even now, Donna was participating
in a stone-throwing contest with several other children. It should be her on
the fence and Xenia playing. Or at least she should be where the naughty
children went alongside Xenia. Why were adults so useless?
© 2014 SpeedyHobbit ArmstrongAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on August 4, 2014 Last Updated on August 4, 2014 Tags: Xenia, Xenia Foxtrot, children, little kids, reading, bullies, playground, recess AuthorSpeedyHobbit ArmstrongLong Island, NYAboutMy name is Cher Armstrong, also known as Speedy Hobbit. I'm a USATF athlete in racewalking for the Raleigh Walkers club team. I just graduated from Queens College in Queens borough in New York Ci.. more..Writing
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