“One of the most influential people in my life is my teacher, “read the black-haired, green-eyed boy off of his essay. “The general definition of a teacher would be a person who teaches but really I don’t think that’s true. Whatever a teacher says is what is put into his or her student’s minds. They have an inormuss influence on their students.” The boy, named Xavier, asked if he could stop. The teacher allowed him to take his seat. He was proud of himself for using a big word like ‘inormuss’ correctly. That was pretty smart for a second grader. He had a classmate who was especially interested in what he had said. She pondered and fell deep in thought. This girl wasn’t just an everyday-live-life-in-the-sandbox girl. She was different. One time she had argued with the teacher, an act so unspeakably unknown to any student that only she would dare do, about the answer to a question. She told the teacher the answer was C but the teacher’s book dictated the answer was A. Ironically, the girl won the battle and the answer was C. Her name was Anna, though a sweet name can deceive even a psychic.

Xavier met up with this girl after class. In actuality, she opened the door for everyone and signaled him to stop and come to the side. She wanted to talk to him about his ‘influential’ theory.

            “Where did you get all that information? Was it a book or something? Did you copy it from Kimmy?” Anna interrogated Xavier. He explained to her that those were his own thoughts.

            “I had thought about it and I was thinking that everyone always goes with the teacher. No one ever argues with her. Well, no one except…” Xavier paused, “never mind,” he quickly said and started walking away. Knowing what he was going to say, Anna had a devilish grin on her face.

            “I never really thought about it that way. I guess you’re right. I remember back when Mrs. Kowlage showed us the color yellow. When I went home my mommy showed me her brand new yellow rain coat. Thinking about the color we learned in class, I told my mommy that her rain coat was not yellow. Me and her started fighting about it because she knew it was yellow. That’s when I learned there were different types of yellow. I think my mommy called them ‘shadds’ or something like that. She also said that when the teacher tells us something like that, we should ‘think outside of a box’ or something like that. Since then I’ve basically tried to think outside of a box and that’s why I liked what you were saying so much,” Anna replied with her clear anecdote.