The Classroom

Vinny was her worst student. Yet, she knew he had potential. The 6 years old little boy had serious problems with obeying. Not that he had that common pleasure among students, to test their limits. This one simply didnt seem to understand there were rules. He was totally unaware of his bad behaviour. Eve had been a teacher for almost 7 years and during her experience she had faced many problematic students. She knew no one was simply bad, but there always was a reason why.

' We'll work on our mother's day card today, guys. So paint the big heart in red, carefully and let's all write I LOVE YOU right bellow. Remember, you're doint it for your mom. Make it special. If you need any help I'll be here, ok?'
The children started painting, gladly, showing their work, laughing and picking on each others, looking happy and content. Only little Vinny did not seem to be having fun. He was sitting on the chair looking down in anger.

'Vinny, why don't you start coloring yours?'
'My mom won't come to the celebration.'
'Why not, dear?' - she asked pading his straight blond her.
'She travels.'
'Uh...I see. Does it make you feel lonely, Vinny? Would you like to have her around more often?'
'NO!' - said the boy, jumping to his feet - 'I wanna play. I don't want to be beaten'.
'Does she beat you a lot? Isn't it cause you behave badly and she wants the best for you?'
'She doesn' t care. I am just a useless little prick'
Eve's eyes were dancing now around the class. All those happy little lips curving up in big smiles. She looked into Vinny's face and watched a tear slowly form and wet the little boy's cheek.
'Vinny, why do you say that? You're not a useless little prick. Who told you that?'
'She did. She does it all the time.'
'And your dad...what does he say?'
'He won't mind.' - The boy moved his shoulders up and down suddenly, in indiference - 'I dont care. They're never home. So they can't hurt me, right?'

As he said this last sentence, he ren to the little Bianca's desk. She was the one with the most well painted heart. Her face was all smiley and proud, but as she raised her work to show it to the class, Vinny grabbed it in the air, and laughing nervously, tore the pretty carefully colored heart in two. He proudly showed it to the other boys who looked very surprised, and threw it on the ground. Bibi dropped to the floor, trying desperately to put the parts together. As she found out that was impossible, all the class heard the noisy cry of the girl with a broken heart. Vinny, victoriously twirld around the class and started humming a terrible melody, making the teacher tremble. She grew desperate as she heard lil Vinny sing in a ferocious voice, this lovely tune:

'I love you. You love me. We're a happy family. With a great big hug, and a kiss from me to you. Won't you say you love me too?'