Time again for Raven's Wordzzle. Anyone new to the challenge can go here for more information.
Here is my mini offering this week with all words in a single sentence:
After fighting through his inner demons and rewriting his transcript three times, Kingdom Come was ecstatic that his new novel Take Names had become a best seller.
And here is my ten word offering for this week:
(With a nod to Jay S. all the words -following the dialogue- are in the order Raven gave them in.)
“Sorry Keith; but that isn’t correct said Mr. Taylor. Who can help Keith out?”
“I can Mr. Taylor said Johnny.”
“By all means Mr. Baker you may proceed.”
Very eloquently Johnny recited, “Pluralism is a condition in which numerous distinct ethnic, religious, or cultural groups are present and tolerated within a society.”
“Well done Johnny” Mr. Taylor praised.
Where was the humanity of always being in the shadow of someone else? Why didn’t good fortune and karma ricochet off that person and onto you and help bring you out into the spotlight Keith thought! He couldn’t understand what was so wrong about his not understanding pluralism. They had only started studying it yesterday! Oh, but Mr. Social Studies himself, Johnny Baker, had probably studied all night as usual to be THE STUDENT with all the answers.
Long ago in an elementary mathematics class Keith knew he would never shine as brightly in the classroom as Johnny Baker. Johnny always had all the answers, all the CORRECT answers. Johnny had come into his own personhood early in life. Keith expected that when Johnny started kindergarten that the printing press at the local paper probably ran all night turning out the next morning’s edition with news that the local school had a boy genius on their hands. It was true that Johnny had always been at the top of the class and Keith just behind him never able to surpass the intelligence of Johnny.
Keith sat staring out the window, a smile slowly spreading across this face. He imagined Johnny sitting somewhere someday in a psychologists office looking at some ink spot that reminded him of cheerleader pom poms and wondering why he had joined the Choral Society instead of trying out for football. The thought made Keith feel better and he could hardly wait for the afternoon bell to ring and football practice to begin.