LJ Idol Week 11: Haute
Real life dictates that I wake up at ridiculous o’eight. In the morning. And that means that I’m frowning. Except that I’m not. Not today anyway. Because it’s the hundredth day of school and I’m Zero the Superhero sash-shaying down the runway of my classroom just in time for the morning bell to play.
“Ooooh…” and “Ahhhhh,” they say! They being second graders and friends. According to their lens, I’m shimmery, shiny, and better than the latest trends. Champion in satin who happens to pique in high fashion. And big glasses. A smash hit.
It’s not long before the army of paparazzi arrive snip snapping photographs as my class graphs 100 fruit loops for math. Soon I’m whisked away, zooming room to room with buzzling children booming in excitement as they give me the five star treatment.
And when this occurs the negative blurs of children hollering ridiculous slurs and taking off their shirts disperse. I am no longer reminded of the time that Johnny sprawled up the wall or when his mom wouldn’t answer my call. I forget the doomy stories and the gloomy inventories and instead answer questions about what all I can do in exactly 100 seconds.
Good heavens. Maybe with all this positivity, I should dress like a red Christmas tree every day.
“Ooooh…” and “Ahhhhh,” they say! They being second graders and friends. According to their lens, I’m shimmery, shiny, and better than the latest trends. Champion in satin who happens to pique in high fashion. And big glasses. A smash hit.
It’s not long before the army of paparazzi arrive snip snapping photographs as my class graphs 100 fruit loops for math. Soon I’m whisked away, zooming room to room with buzzling children booming in excitement as they give me the five star treatment.
And when this occurs the negative blurs of children hollering ridiculous slurs and taking off their shirts disperse. I am no longer reminded of the time that Johnny sprawled up the wall or when his mom wouldn’t answer my call. I forget the doomy stories and the gloomy inventories and instead answer questions about what all I can do in exactly 100 seconds.
Good heavens. Maybe with all this positivity, I should dress like a red Christmas tree every day.