Arts and Crafts
I mutter a curse
under my breath
and I spread my
sticky paper-mache fingers
And I irritatedly look
over at Austin
sitting next to me
who purposely poured glue
on my hands
and is now laughing
hysterically
and I return the favor
although the teacher
caught me
this time
Then I flicked paint
onto his glasses
and he flicked some on my shirt
and I try to ignore
the strange boy sitting next to me
and I continue trying
to finish my paper-mache
end-of-year project
and then he paints my arm
and I paint his hair
and soon I am covered
in a thin layer
of blue paint and glue
and I think to myself...
Art class sucks.
~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: ANYTHING HANDMADE
Copyright © Marie Viloria | Year Posted 2011
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