The Note: From a Child’s Heart

The Note: From a Child’s Heart

Miniaci Performing Arts Center

He passed her the note at recess. It took him a week just to write down exactly how he felt about her. How his knees weakened every time he saw her. How her mama knew exactly how much blue magic grease to put in her head without makin’ her hair all nasty lookin’. To him, that was amazing. Everyone noticed that about her, she was the only girl in Mrs. Johnson’s class not to have a head full of lint, or a face shining like fatback when the sun got hot. Dang she was pretty too. You can always tell a cocoa butter baby. Her skin was not only smooth and soft, it glowed. Kinda like a Hershey bar. She had a pretty walk too, she swaggered like a boy, but gave a lil’ twist to it. He could watch her walk all day. Candy curls swaying back and forth, her starched plaid uniform didn’t stand a chance up against her walk, when she dipped, and twisted, it went with her. And her shoes! While the others girls wore tore up, dull lookin’ mary janes, her shoes were shiny, always. And on PE days she wore saddle locks. The white part stayed that way too.