Last three weeks of school. Students have finished reading the The Crucible and are working in groups to produce a skit for the class.
It is Day Two and the task sheet requires the group members to decide on interpretation, costumes, props, and set layout.
Ms. Psuedo is sitting at her desk, going through the task sheets from the previous class while listening in on the tables and their conversations.
Table Three erupts into a cacophony of chaos. Athletic male student pushes his chair back, stands up, and firmly makes his unequivocal statement.
I’m not bringing no Chuckie doll to class. NO WAY!!
Female surfer/lifeguard student is grinning ear to ear.
I said I’d bring him. A Chuckie doll for the poppet. It’s an awesome idea.
NO WAY!!! No one is bringing a Chuckie doll.
Assistant teacher goes to the table and asks if she can be of assistance. Do the students need help working things out?
Freaked out, bigger than a house, male student blathers on about butcher knife wielding creepy dolls blah blah blah.
Meanwhile female student catches Ms. Pseudo’s eye and sees the twinkle. Oops Ms. Pseudo.
Male student huffs and puffs and starts to settle back into seat.
Female surfer/lifeguard student eyes Ms. Pseudo and the rest of the kids at the table. She waits until he is seated. Then she turns to the boy with a creepy shit eating grin and shrills,
HI!! I’m Chuckie!! Wanna play??!!