I am currently at work on the prologue of my novel… Yeah, it looks like it’s going to be the type of novel that needs a prologue.
Anyway, here is another fragment that will have to die for the good of the story. (Originally this chunk and nibble appeared in the short story, “Mia, Quit Messing with Your Pudenda,” out of which the ideas of the novel grew.)
That’s how I met her students. Miles and Adrian (pronounced Uh-dree-in), who fought every day, were no longer allowed to finger paint. “They throw real punches,” Mia said. She showed me the white blouse of hers they’d ruined. It was peppered with purple fingerprints and a couple of red fists that looked big enough to hurt. I asked her if I could hang the blouse and the class pictures of the two battlers on my fridge.
“No way,” she said. “I don’t want to have to look at them when I come over here.”
“I’m sure they were fighting over you, Miss Amati.”
“Bullshit,” she said. “They’re animals.”
Sure, there were animals and complete assholes that took up space in the classroom, but there was [sic] also Katisha, Rubina, and Laju—the three precious crushes—who during naptime would select the mats closest to Miss Amati’s desk. They flanked her in their sleep! Turn ‘em eighteen and there was a school-load of material there!
She [Mia] spent her days reading oversized picture books aloud, standing guard at naptime, and combing scalps for head lice.