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There is always a time when wearing the same thing everybody else wears is the “cool thing” to do. However, when it comes down to a plaid skirt and a white blouse it doesn’t matter who wears it, there is nothing “cool” about it. There is always something that can be done about it though, mix a little dirt with a white blouse, a rip in the skirt and top it off with a deep blue and purple black eye and your school uniform is defiantly set apart from the rest. Well that small detail of being mismatched from the rest of the school is the second atrocity I seem to be currently charged with. The first is the fight that caused my clothing to lose their pristine creases and devilishly changed the colour of my eye. Its doubtful Mr. Principal will see it as a horrible accident caused by being blinded by apple sauce rage. Thus, I await my sentencing on the smooth wooden bench outside of his office. So as I wait I’m forced to ask myself, was the tragic loss of my apple sauce worth what trouble lies ahead?
To the previous question, the answer can only be yes. The loss of my glorious apple sauce, my dearest lunch companion thrown to the dirt by a careless elbow attached to a mindless boy strutting by in an attempt to hide his supreme jealousy. Perhaps Mr. Principal would believe that after my apple sauce slipped between my desperately outstretched and grasping finger I haven’t a single memory of the fight. But I’m afraid we all know that isn’t true. Flushed and enraged I leapt from my lunch bench and launched a cloud of dry playground dust into the air and hurtled my spoon , not yet blessed with sweet applesauce, into the back of the murder of my apple sauce’s head. From there as the dust settled the murderous fiend spun around as if from in an old cowboy movie, it was time for my next move. A flying sandwich to his face seemed suitable. It hit, the flying ham and bread, tomatoes, and best yet the mustard that made a sickening squish as it met his face. But my next move had no plan, and I was left completely unprepared when the cruel fiend, the murderer of my apple sauce swung his large fist at my face, and, like my apple sauce, I met dirt.
It didn’t take long to get dragged here to my wooden seat on Principal Row. The fiend was dragged in first while I blinked stupidly in the dirt. But that moment of stupidity has since gone and should be replaced by a dark sense of foreboding consequences. Instead, I accept my place here on Principal Row smiling, because I know my apple sauce would have wanted it this way, avenged for it wrongful death by a careless elbow. A justified stand for a noble cause that I so boastfully believe in, now if only Mom and Dad think so when Mr. Principal calls…
This was a writing assignment for my english class, it's corny and stupid, I'm almost embassesed I wrote it. But maybe yall will enjoy it. xD
The Magical Mellophone · Fri Dec 10, 2010 @ 05:58am · 0 Comments |
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