This is from pages 11 and 12 of my manuscript, which I’m working on for this year’s NaNoWriMo. Not exactly kosher, but I’m working it for my benefit, so I still think it counts.
That counselor and I never really had a good relationship, either.
There was an after school festival with carnival-like activities, and each kid in daycare handled one of the booths; the more difficult-to-handle booths (and the more difficult-to-handle kids) had adult supervision, but mine wasn’t one of those. I started eating the candy I was supposed to give out for prizes—Tootsie Rolls, mostly—and the same counselor walked by and caught me slipping a piece into my pocket.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes narrowed like she already knew.
“Nothing,” I said. “Sitting at the booth, like I’m supposed to. Waiting for someone to come by and play.”
“No, I saw you just take a piece of candy.”
I rolled my eyes. She didn’t like that.
“Did you just take a piece of candy?”
“No, that was a piece I won before.” I rolled my eyes again like it was obvious.
She pulled me out of the booth and into the shade off to the side of the festival. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you take that Tootsie Roll. You haven’t left that booth since the beginning; there’s no way you could’ve won it ‘before’.”
I rolled my eyes again. “It’s my candy.”
“I saw you steal it, you little—” She stopped and took a deep breath to avoid calling me some bad name. “And if you roll your eyes at me one more time, I’m going to pull you from this festival and call your parents.”
I rolled my eyes before I could help myself. She growled, pulled me by the arm back toward the daycare classrooms, and set me in a chair while she called home. I don’t remember what she said, or what they said. I pulled the Tootsie Roll out of my pocket while she was across the room on the phone and gleefully unwrapped it. She watched me, warning me with her eyes, but I ignored her. I put the candy in my mouth and tossed the wrapper on the floor. She hung up the phone.
“Spit that out right now,” she said, holding her hand out underneath my chin for me to comply. I chewed, chewed, and swallowed before spitting Tootsie Roll juice into her hand. She pulled away in disgust. I rolled my eyes; she was such a teacher.
She’d about had it. “You’re not leaving this seat until your parents come to pick you up.” That was fine by me; the festival was boring anyway. I crossed my arms over my chest and hunkered down to wait.