Tick tock

Jasmine Hook had had just about enough of the sound. The ticking of the little clock Miss. Crocodilian wore on a long silver chain was obnoxiously loud in the quiet of the classroom because of the quiet she demanded of her students during a quiz. Jasmine, or simply Jas, gritted her teeth as Miss. Crocodilian passed by her, the ticking passing right by her ear.

Tick tock

 Would it be possible to use her number two pencil to stab the watch and stop the ticking or would the pencil break without causing any damage? Would Jas be so annoyed with the sound if Miss. Crocodilian hadn't played a part in cutting Jas from the school paper? Her and Principle Peter Pan had claimed it to be "insubordinate content",but Jas referred to it as honest and not the propaganda they shoved down the students throats. Jas smiled to herself, and not because she had just answered the last question, but because the pen was indeed mightier than the sword if the principle and teachers were afraid of the effect her poems had in encouraging the students to speak out against all the ridiculous rules the Neverland Boarding School for Girls had both in class and in the dorms. 

Tick tock

Miss. Crocodilian walked by again, the sound of that little metal monstrosity interrupting Jas's thoughts. The girl looked up to find that her pencil had broken in two in her annoyance. If it was not for the ringing of the bell, Jas doubted her patience for that inferal ticking would have held out much longer. Especially not with the slip of paper burning a hole in the pocket of her uniform. She deposited the quiz on Miss. Crocodilian's desk and escaped to the crowded hall before the woman could catch her and reprimand her for leaving without dismissal. Smee, nicknamed for the sound she made when she sneezed, was waiting by Jas's locker.

      "Hey Smee." Jas flashed a small smile at her short friend and the reason Jas hadn't  gotten caught for spreading her poems. It was Smee who made dozens of copies of them and spread them. Jas liked to think of them as Poem Pirates, battling against monarchy of Principle Peter Pan and his propaganda rich school paper. 

      "Jas, you got another one for me?" Smee asked, not bothering with grammar. Just as Jas wrote poems to battle the brain washing, Smee refused to use the grammar that the teachers tried to teach her, though only in class.

       "This one will turn Principle Pan red." Jas said as she passed the paper to Smee who grinned right back. 

       "I'll get this lil' pistol copied and you know who will read it over the PA thingy majiggy." The coded poem disappeared into Smee's pocket. "Remember that someday we may lose..."

      Jas finished the quote. "But that is not today."