Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
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Your three words today are:
MARGIN
RULER
FAINT
Jimmy never was much good at coloring within the lines. It was no surprise then, when he had the same issues in penmanship class. He just couldn’t make himself stop before the margin lines on his notebook paper. The nuns worked with him but to no avail.
One day after working with Jimmy, Sister Ignatius (aka, Iggy) had decided he was faking it. Perhaps he simply wanted some attention. If that were the case, Sister Ignatius would give him all the attention he needed.
“Jimmy,” Sister Ignatius’ voice was stern. “Hold out your hands, please.” Jimmy knew what was coming and his clenched hands shook with fear.
“Now, please!”
Jimmy closed his eyes tight and held out his hands, palms up.
FWAP, FWAP, FWAP! And it was over.
“Jesus Christ, Iggy!” Jimmy inspected at his bright red palms. “Now I can’t write at all!”
“What did you say?” she spat.
With a faint grin, Jimmy repeated himself, only louder: “I said, Jesus Christ, Iggy!”
She picked up the ruler and raised it in the air. “You little brat!” Her face took on an evil grimace as she was about to do … God only knows what.
It must’ve been divine intervention that sent Sister Carmella, the principal, into the classroom that day. She snatched the ruler from Sister Ignatius’ hand.
“What is wrong with you?” Sister Carmella demanded.
“I … I… I don’t kn–“
“Follow me.”
That was the last anyone saw of Iggy. The next day they had a brand-new teacher and Jimmy suddenly understood margins and what they were for.
Ergo, the Ogre 
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