An Oomphy Picture
The Adventures of Haley Winchester
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I do not own Supernatural or Buffy characters, series storylines, etc - they belong to their respectable creators.Summary:
7-year-old Haley Winchester is an artist of deceit, manipulation, and adventure. This is a collection of some of her and her family’s adventures.
--An Oomphy Picture
Triangle here. Circle there. Two dots. A semi-circle. Two more lines there. Two more lines there. A long line at the bottom. A large circle on top. And a little fluff of brown standing on top of the bottom line.
Haley Winchester dropped the last brown crayon and stat back to inspect her drawing. “Hum.” She narrowed her eyes. One more look at the picture made Haley grab the black crayon out of her neighbors’ hand without even turning to look.
“Hey!” The little blonde haired boy cried. “That’s mine!”
Replying instantly, Haley called back, in a straight voice, “Oh go pee your pants.” She didn’t look up at him once. Her eyes were completely focused on her paper. With the black crayon, Haley drew three dots and two semi-circles.
Once complete, she threw the crayon back at him. With her two small hands, she gripped both sides of the paper and held the picture up as to get a good look at it. “All done!”
Mrs. Randolph had heard little Bryan Cole start to argue with Haley Winchester. She decided she should probably make her rounds and make sure all was all right. Of course, she had no doubt that it was not.
Haley Winchester was known to be the cause of many of the school’s troubles. But she was also known to get out of all of them with no problem. Mrs. Randolph enjoyed the young girl in her class, even if occasionally Bryan Cole, Jordan Wheeler, or Alex Cooper came running to her with spit wads and tied together shoes.
Mrs. Randolph stood behind the table of Haley, Bryan, Kelsey, and Alex. She was beginning to think about new seating arrangements. All four second-graders worked diligently on their pictures. Although, Bryan Cole’s face held a very angry glare as he harshly colored with a black crayon.
‘Oh boy,’ Mrs. Randolph thought as she debated whether or not to ask.
Haley, of course, interrupted her decision making process. “Mrs. Randolph!” Haley looked up at her teacher, a wide grin on her face.
“Yes, Haley?” Mrs. Randolph could not help but to return the smile.
And as all little children asked, Haley asked, “Do you like my picture?”
A frown fell on her face and Mrs. Randolph couldn’t make up her mind as to what she was looking at. “How about you tell me what your picture means.” She did this in the gentlest of ways, being a teacher who knew that children did not like adults not knowing what they drew.
Haley rolled her eyes knowing that her teacher did not understand what was happening in the very beautiful picture. “Its me fighting a rapid bunny at the graveyard at night time!” As an after thought, she added, “Duh!”
Mrs. Randolph’s eyes looked at the child and picture and had to stifle her laughter. Now, of course, she could see the hilarious story that Haley had just told her. “And you’re doing a wonderful job fighting it.”
Haley beamed. “Yup!”
Mrs. Randolph just shook her head as she made her way back to her seat. Unless they came running to her, she could never bring herself to yell at the adorable little girl that was Haley Winchester.
That was, until she heard Bryan yell, “HEY! That’s my picture!”
And a casual voice say back, “But I thought it needed a little more oomph!”
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