Summary: Prisha asks Violet a very important question during coloring time <3
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Things were calm for once in Ms. Martin’s kindergarten classroom. The kids were in coloring time right now. Sprawled across the classroom rugs, they each had their paper and crayons and were working busily on their masterpieces. Prisha knelt on the rug as she worked on her drawing of a castle. Meanwhile Violet lay on her stomach beside her, adding even more stars to her drawing.
Prisha looked over at Violet’s artwork. “Your stars look pretty. I wish I could draw them like that,”
“Thanks,” A small smile spread across Violet’s face at the compliment. “Gamma taught me how to do them. She knows how to do lots of stuff ‘cuz she’s super old,” She glanced over at Prisha’s paper. “What’re you making?”
“Does anybody live in it?”
“Maybe, but I’m not gonna draw them. I’m gonna add a ton of turret onto it, like these,” She pointed to one of the thin towers rising from the castle. “I read about them in one of the classroom books. People use them to fight the bad guys when they come to the castle,”
“Is the castle gonna have a name?” Violet asked, looking at her paper curiously. “Mitch said all the cool buildings get names,”
Prisha considered the question for a moment before grabbing a purple crayon from her pile and neatly printing something along the bottom of her paper. It took her a few minutes, but when she was done, she proudly picked up her paper to show it to Violet. “Tada!”
Violet squinted at the words, trying her best to read them. “C..aa…ss.. That’s castle, right?”
“V..i… Wait, is that my name?”
“Yep! Prisha nodded happily. “It’s Castle Violet! Maybe when we grow up we could live there!”
Violet’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Castles aren’t real,”
“Yeah they are! We’d just have to live somewhere else. The book says there are lots in England,”
Prisha shrugged. “I don’t know. But if it has castles, then it’s must be cool,”
Violet nodded thoughtfully at her friend’s statement. “Yeah,” She paused, looking over at Prisha who was busy adding flags to her castle. “I’d like to live there with you,”
“Me too!” Prisha smiled and Violet felt a smile return to her own face again.
They resumed their coloring in silence. Prisha was busy coloring in her castle while Violet tried to choose a good blue for the night sky. Suddenly Prisha looked up from her work and over at Violet. “Would you like to be my wife?”
“Well, what would we do?”
“Share crayons. Sit together at lunch and play together at recess. And promise we’ll be together forever,”
Violet considered the offer carefully. She did like playing with Prisha a lot. And staying together forever… that sounded really nice. She turned to Prisha with a smile and nodded. “OK!”
Prisha’s face lit up at the news. “Hooray!” she exclaimed, before lowering her head in embarrassment when Miss Martin shushed her. Quietly, she reached out to her crayon pile and pushed it next to Violet’s so that all the crayons mixed together. “I’m gonna draw you next,” Prisha declared, flipping over her paper.
“I’ll draw you too,” Violet decided. She could finish her star picture later.
Violet sat at her desk, looking at the valentine before her. Miss Martin had passed them out and told the kids to make valentines for their parents. Violet didn’t really want to do that though. Her dad would never see it if she brought one home and her mom would be too tired to look at hers. Glancing over, Violet noticed Prisha was working hard on her card. That was when inspiration struck. She’d make a card for Prisha!
Violet immediately got to work, picking out a green crayon to write Prisha’s name. She paused as soon as the crayon touched the paper though. How did you spell Prisha? Leaning forward, she looked at the top of Prisha’s desk where her name was neatly printed and taped down. It took a lot of checking, but eventually she had her whole name written. What else should she say though? Violet chewed on the bottom of her crayon thoughtfully, searching for inspiration.
Looking over at Prisha, their eyes met this time. Prisha smiled at Violet, lifting her card to show Violet her hard work. It looked really pretty. Her eyes looked really pretty too, brown and warm. What did they remind her of? Violet pondered this question for a minute, thinking of all the brown things she could. Trees, tables, sometimes dogs… suddenly the answer came to her. Choccy milk! Her eyes looked just like the milk her gamma would make her when Violet spent the night. Violet set to work crafting her message. She got pretty far before getting stumped again. Violet raised her hand for help.
“What is it, sweetie?” Ms. Martin asked warmly, coming over to stand behind her.
“How do you spell choccy?”
“Chalky? Oh, you mean chocolate,”
Miss Martin’s brows knit in confusion. “Well, let me see what you’re writing, honey,” She picked up the card, beginning to read. “Violet, this has Prisha’s name on it. You’re supposed to be writing a card for your parents,”
Louis, Violet’s desk mate, perked up at those words. “We can make cards for other people?” He immediately flipped his heart over, beginning to color on the back. “I’m making one for Clem!”
The classroom immediately devolved into excited exclamations and hurried whispering as everyone decided which classmate they wanted to make their card for. Miss Martin raised her hands for silence, quickly silencing the class. ‘Now everybody, remember to use inside voices. If you want, you can make two cards. Finish the one for your mom or dad, and once you’re done I’ll give you another heart to make a valentine for a classmate. I have plenty,”
With that decided, the kids returned to their original valentines, trying to finish them as quickly as possible so they could move on to the next ones. Miss Martin gave Violet a new heart for the parent card. Violet glared at it in annoyance. She sloppily scrawled down “Mom” and “Dad” before tossing the heart to the side and getting back to the Valentine she really cared about. Miss Martin was called over to help her spell “choccy”, then Violet began decorating her heart with lots and lots of stars since she knew Prisha liked how she drew them.
Everything looked perfect. Was something missing though? Violet looked from her valentine to the example one Miss Martin had drawn on the board. On one side was the message, then on the other there was a part that said “To:” and “From:”. Violet flipped her heart back and forth as she copied down Prisha’s name again. All that was left was the “From:” and her name. Violet got back to work, determined to make this the best card ever.
Once craft time was done, everyone got up to give each other their Valentine’s cards. Miss Martin had checked who each kid was giving their valentine too, making sure that everyone in the class would receive a card. Violet scampered over to Prisha, holding her heart behind her back nervously. Prisha offered her card first, smiling proudly as she displayed her work. She’d cut up some of the doilies that Miss Martin had brought in and used them all along the edges of her card to make it look fancy like the cards Miss Martin had showed them. One side had flowers drawn all over it. The other side had words. In the middle the card read:
“To my wife Violet.
It was so pretty. Violet didn’t think she’d ever gotten such a pretty card in her life. She gently stroked the edge of the card before remembering she still had to give her card to Prisha. Awkwardly, she thrust her hand out in front of her, offering Prisha the card. She wished she could have made it as pretty as Prisha’s was.
Prisha took the card in her hands, examining it thoughtfully. The corners of the heart were absolutely covered in all sorts of stars. Big, small, some yellow, some white. In the center one side read:
From: Yur wif”
Prisha grinned excitedly before flipping the card over. The other side read:
“Yur eys look lik
Violet watched Prisha nervously as she read the message. Did she do it right? Would Prisha like what she said?
As Prisha’s eyes rose to meet hers, Violet knew she didn’t need to be worried.
“Vi, I love it!” Prisha squealed. She threw her arms around her, picking Violet off the ground and spinning the shorter girl around excitedly.
“Prisha, what did we say about picking people up?” Miss Martin’s voice was calm but firm.
“Sorry!” Prisha exclaimed, quickly setting Violet down. She was still smiling as she looked back at Violet. “Happy Valentine’s Day,”
Violet met her smile in kind, a warm excitement lighting up her heart. “Happy Valentine’s Day,”