Clay Skull

5 Minute Story

Jenni sat in art class with a ball of heavy clay between her fingers. She stared at her teacher and scowled at his faux art school demeanour and his tight tight jeans.

She stared at the clay and focused all of her anger on its  cool damp texture. As her feelings took shape her fingers moved intricately over the clay. 

As the clock ticked 11am the school bell rang and she was suddenly aware she was alone with Mr Tight Jeans. She stared at her creation, a clay skull. She scowled at its unearthly grimace and threw it at the wall.

Her teacher barely flinched. He just said "Detention."