Skittles on the Street

SKITTLES ON THE STREET
inspired by a blogskin that I came across


Lips tainted pink,
gums bleeding red.
Oops, got caught chewing gum again.


Head's spinning with fractions,
equations and
the conclusionary statement:
So 'x' is therefore...?
Upon the chalkboard.


How should I know?! she wanted to shriek,
I never think well without my gum!
So out she was sent, into the hall,
made to lean against the cold brick wall.
{She would've given anything to be smarter.
Anything.}


Soon, she got tired; of what?
Of everything.
10:53 am
Delusioned&disillusioned (which is which?),
she ran out of Hell and chanced upon a convenience store.
10:55 am
No gum was sitting on the racks, she observed.
So instead, she paid for a bag of Skittles.
10:57 am


Munching happily, she strode back to school;
Feeling the Sun's warm smile on her.
Perhaps she would wait on the steps,
in case Mr. Abbetron poked his head out to check on her.


Something caught her eye.


A classic scene, a little boy was just (just) playing with his rainbow-striped ball,
which just (just) happened to roll out onto the street,
and he just (just) happened to go toddling after it.
And a truck was just (just) barreling around the corner towards the cliched scene.


Well, what could she do?


Her hand clenched around her half-finished bag of sweets, and she threw herself at the boy (Watch out!!!), just as the moving vehicle drove straight into her.


Hours later, the paramedics covered up the body with a piece of canvas, and with a relieved mother, drove back to the hospital. The police packed up their official-looking gear and left to report back to HQ.


A small hand, uncovered by the piece of blue canvas, lay upon the gravel road, an empty bag lying in its palm.


The rest of the street was strewn with bright, multi-coloured sweets, each with the letter 'S' printed on it.


Poor Mr. Brisley.
He's working overtime again.