#Kenny probably tells her to smack them around if they aren't listening

[marie-dufresne]

Twinsverse: It’s not easy being uncontrollably chatty.

ficlet for @the-bark-is-worse | @sans-regrets | @kennyfuckingackerman

“Marie do we need to move your seat again?”

Eight year old Marie Ackerman looked up at her teacher, then to the student her desk abutted in the two by two rows of the classroom. 

“No…” she said quietly, scooting back over to her own personal space.

Not six seconds after the class resumed did she lean over again. 

“I really like your erasers. Can I see one? I like the cat. I like cats. Pink ones too.”

The girl next to her looked over and scowled, scooping up her brightly colored animal erasers and fitting them back into the plastic netted bag they came in, stuffing it onto her lap, away from the prying eyes of the blonde. 

“Did you want to play with me at recess? I think we can bring the jump ropes out today.”

“Marie stop,” the girl hissed, using her elbow to push her away, “you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“I’m just asking—“

“No—stop—and your hair stinks, move over.”

“MARIE.”

Frozen in her seat, Marie looked up this time only with her eyes.

“Here,” demanded her instructor, tapping the empty desk next to Levi, “up here next to your brother, where I can see you.”

The class exploded into a buzz of tiny whispers, most of them having wondered which one of the Ackertwins would be the first to get in trouble today. Marie had won by a landslide, as Levi had sat so far the entire morning, alone and undisturbed. 

She sat obediently, pushing her hair from her face and lowering her chin to the arms she crossed atop the desk, a signal of defeat. She couldn’t help it. Her mouth wanted to talk; she didn’t know how to make the words stop.

“Another sound from you and your father gets a phone call.”

Marie opened her mouth to protest that Kenny was her uncle, not her father, but for once, thought better of it, and settled back down, not bothering to open up the social studies book they were all learning from. It’s not like she could read it anyway. 

For about twelve minutes she listened to the class unscolded, bobbing her head back and forth slowly until finally she couldn’t handle it anymore and lifted herself up, leaning over towards Levi. 

“Levi what did you bring for a snack today?”

Her brother was faster than their teacher and, annoyed that he was trying to listen, turned and gripped his sister by her shoulders, shoving her off her chair and onto the floor where her little legs went up over her head as she backwards summersaulted into the art table, her hair catching on the screws that held the legs in place and she exploded into wailing sobs.

Levi returned to his textbook with a frown, his cheek resting in his open palm.

Their teacher grit her teeth. 

Three years until retirement.