Thirteen-Year-Old Daydreamer

Notebook décor, hearts and flowers, created with glitter pens, and pretty inks. Fancy bubble letters writing out love, tulip, magic, and other dainty words. Mrs. John Pebbles, slyly written inside the notebook, or hidden without, as to not alert Fourteen-year-old shy John, who might instantly flame up with a horrified red face. The thirteen-year-old artist/daydreamers smiles as she doodles and colors, math class long forgotten. She begins coloring in her shapes with turquoise, purple, lavender, pink, red, and yellow. “MARY!” Teacher sounds irritated to the listeners in the class. Mrs. John Pebbles does not hear, she is enmeshed in a glorious daydream with her prince. “MARY!” A few others look up, but not Mrs. J. Colored pens are rapidly confiscated by teacher in a swift angry arm swoop upon Mary’s desk. Mrs. John Pebbles looks up and glares at her with her full woman glare. A housewife one second, and now a mere thirteen-year-old in math class. A woman who cannot adorn is a woman scorned.