Tiffany and Tomy

A short little thing I wrote based on my experiences in elementary school between girls and boys. :D

You couldn’t blame Tiffany Morris. She was far too cute to be convicted. She was far too short to be menacing. She was far too kind than to tell a lie. So when Tommy Johnson told Ms. Crowley that Tiffany had shoved him face first into a puddle of squelching, worm-ridden mud, Tommy got put in the corner for tattling and lying.

                “But she did! Honest, ma’am, as honest as a nun’s vow!” Ms. Crowley sat beneath a large umbrella, watching the children with a ‘keen’ eye and fanning herself with the flashcards she showed her students moments before recess.

                Ms. Crowley tutted, a sound that indicated her disapproval and made Tommy’s face fall a notch. Agitation was seeping into her demeanor, and her tone was as frizzled as her wild red hair.

                “Now how many times do I have to tell you boys that young ladies do not behave that way! She shouldn’t have to apologize for something she wouldn’t do. In fact, why don’t you apologize to her for bein’ so rude! Heavenly days, child, have some respects for the fairer gender!”

Tommy frowned deeply, baffled as to what wicked role he played in this, and murmured lowly with downcast eyes.

“Yes’m.” He felt the beesting of tears pricking in his eyes as his little mud-caked legs drudged dejectedly over to Tiffany, who watched the scene unfold from afar with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

While Tommy could barely contain his tears of shame and frustration, Tiffany could hardly contain her laughter.

I knew that stick in a potato-sack would believe my story! Tiffany snickered in her own brain at the naivety of the woman.