Always Hardcore

Hey y'all.  So this is one of the stories that I wrote for the Writer's Digest Short Short Story contest.  Sadly, I have failed.  Not only did I not win, but I didn't even place.  And they had 25 slots.  Ouch.  Do I really suck that bad, or did the competition simply knock me out?  Or was what I wrote simply not something the judges were looking for?  In any case, I have five stories I sent in, and every few days I'll post another one.  This is the first of those stories, Always Hardcore.

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Emily Lewis liked fifth grade. Fifth graders learned more about history, and Emily always liked history. Today, however, that wasn’t the topic. Mrs. Phelps, the middle-aged brunette that taught the class, was talking about jobs. Emily pondered employment options as she stared around the room. The posters were the same as always, ones with cute animals and trite sayings about friendship and education. Emily didn't mind looking at them again. She admired their cheesy eighties color schemes. There were other things to stare at too. Jamesha had a new hairstyle that involved lots of braids. Carter up ahead was sitting in the exact right spot for her to see his marvelous doodling: an apple holding a knife.

Oops, I'm supposed to be thinking about my talents. What am I good at?