The Bong Cloud -

She didn't say thank you. She just ran out, back toward the art wing, where she knew a pottery wheel sat unused in the corner of Ms. Gable's room.

"That's a lie," she whispered. "I can't do that. I can barely draw a straight line." the bong cloud

The old janitor, Mr. Elara, was the only one who knew about the Bong Cloud. It lived in the disused greenhouse behind the high school, a shimmering, opalescent mass the size of a beanbag chair, smelling faintly of sandalwood and forgotten dreams. She didn't say thank you

Then it was over. The cloud retracted, panting softly (if a cloud could pant), and dimmed to a worried gray. "That's a lie," she whispered

Mr. Elara watched her go. Then he turned to the Bong Cloud, which had started making a tiny, silent rainbow that arced over a patch of weeds.