The First Crayon was Free
by Trina Marie Phillips
Jenna took the chocolate milk from the lunch line and moved forward. Truth was, she didn't like chocolate, but the Crayon Kid did, and she had an appointment with him in ten minutes. Jenna grabbed a seat nearest the cafeteria exit and scarfed down the tasteless algae grown pizza with soy pepperoni and the canned green beans that she was sure were at least two decades old.
It wasn't like they listened to her, anyway. She wasn't one of the math and science brains. A doodler, a dreamer, she'd been called them all, but that didn't stop her. As soon as she finished eating she grabbed the chocolate milk and headed for the bleachers near the handball court. There was a crowd, but they were all watching a heated Nation ball match between Sean and Nita, the two best players on the flats. Jenna slipped underneath where she found the Crayon Kid. He was the messy sort, with a mop of dirty blond hair and smudges on his face. Everyone knew he was a dealer, but art was seen as a victimless crime so most teachers looked the other way. The biggest challenge was hiding her treasures from her parents. If they found out she was an artist they wouldn't understand. They'd ship her off to the Math Academy where she'd never see another crayon again.