I sit on the little green stool by the
stinky garbage. I hate this place, but I have to sit here 'cause I've been "
bad". It smells here!
Go sit there and think about what you've done for a while!
That's what he said.
I ask," why?"
You know! Be quiet or I'll add more time!
So I sit here and wait. The lid's dirty. I take my sleeve and wipe at it to get the goo off.
You're supposed to be thinking!
I grab my hand back and sit straight up staring at the door. I carefully put my hands together in my lap so as not to get yelled at again. Hmmmm, thinking, thinking, thinking. My foot starts tapping to the song in my head. I stop it fast in case this is also wrong. The stench is offensive.
Have you learned your lesson?
"What am I supposed to be thinking about?", I whisper to him.
Silence
I don't KNOW what I did wrong! Why won't he tell me? I don't understand! Frustration is building. I make a face. I feel bad and don't know why.
I get the look, that glowering one.
More silence.
I know showing my mad face is wrong. I learned that last time I disagreed with him. He didn't tell me that but I had to sit here a loooooooooong time after my last mad face.
I put on my "no face" mask. I just have to wait it out. Yuck! It stinks! Thinking, thinking, thinking...