Sex And Candy, Wednesday, Second Period

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Cindy had left a note on the classroom door telling the students to head up to the Danger Shop. As the students arrived, they would see that it had been programmed to look like a beautiful garden. A closer examination would show that everything in the garden was edible--more than simply edible, even. Much of it was candy. Spun-sugar flowers decorated the path. The bark of the trees might be made of candied peppermint, or peanut brittle, or simple chocolate. Even the 'dirt' was made of crumbled cookie pieces, with gummy worms burrowing through. Colorful rocks were little pieces of hard candy and the weeping willow dangled branches of thin caramel over the path. The apple tree was growing candy apples, of every different variety, and the tiny lemon tree gushed lemonade when the bark was cut.

Today, class was held in a garden full of moddable candy and treats.

A really sharp observer might notice that there was no sign of Cindy.

[Please wait for OCD up]

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Re: 15 Minutes Later...

[wwiii]

"I'm Warren Worthington," Warren introduced himself, as soon as he'd landed and the small heart attack that he'd suffered at the loud voice and the sudden dark had passed.

"I guess I'm a rising senior now," which was really, really weird to say, "and I think my favorite fairy tale would have to be The Steadfast Tin Soldier. It's tragic, and it's simple, but... I kind of like that."

And maybe he identified with the last soldier, missing a leg because he was cast from the small bit of tin in an old spoon. He just took it, all the way through, and then he was thrown into the flame because he wasn't good enough.

... Okay, so it wasn't a flattering comparison, really. But still.

Re: 15 Minutes Later...

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"In the world of fairy tales, that one is rather new," Cindy said thoughtfully, giving Warren a warm smile. "Hans Christian Anderson wrote that one himself, rather than adapting older source material. It is beautiful, though, in a tragic kind of way. What would you say the take-home message would be for that story, though?"

Re: 15 Minutes Later...

[wwiii]

Warren pursed his lips a little, thinking that over before finally settling on the best that he could manage.

"If you go through your life just taking fate as it's handed to you, and never once stand up for yourself... the way you feel might never change, but that doesn't mean that you'll ever get what your heart longs for the most, either."

And didn't he know that one, too.

Re: 15 Minutes Later...

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Cindy nodded at that, her expression growing momentarily sympathetic. "That's an excellent lesson to take away from the story--not only does it fit the tale itself, but the tone and theme as well."

She gave him a smile. "I'm looking forward to having you in this class, Warren."