“Monsters!” Marvin yelled as he rushed into the room and slammed the door behind him. Trisha was already lying on the floor with her knees in the air and her forearm draped over her eyes. They could still hear the screaming and feet pounding against the ground.
“This is not what I signed up for,” Marvin said, bent over huffing and puffing.
Trisha reached into her front pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one and took a long drag. She offered one to Marvin, but he shook her off.
“I…I don’t know what to do. They’re everywhere! They’re screaming and throwing things. Can we get the others? If we band together, we might be able to tame them.”
Trisha chuckled. Marvin leaned his back against the door and slid down until his face was buried in his knees. “Can you take over, Ms. Watson?” he asked. “Please.”
Trisha sat up and looked at him. “Go into the bathroom, splash cold water on your face and talk at yourself in the mirror in a very stern voice.”
Marvin raised an eyebrow.
“I’m serious. Go do it.”
Marvin staggered to his feet and waddled into the bathroom. The cold water on his face jolted him awake and he felt silly talking to himself in the mirror. When he emerged from the bathroom, Trisha, with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, clapped.
“Now shake your limbs loose, put on your game face and march back in there. If you let them push you around on your first day, the rest of your time student teaching here is going to be rough.”
Marvin shook his limbs out and jumped up and down like an athlete getting ready for the forty yard dash. He left the teacher’s lounge and stood outside the door to the classroom. “You got this,” he whispered to himself. “You’re the man.”
He took a deep breath, turned the door knob and stepped back into the jungle.
Some words for the Trifecta challenge. I’ve just started watching The Wire (I’m a little late to the party, I know) and a certain storyline in the fourth season inspired me to write this.