The Challenge

Day three of The Challenge:

I got in trouble and had to sit in the principal’s office for the rest of lunch. That was yesterday. I guess I won’t be able to follow any more boys into their washroom. I used to do it all the time before someone ratted me out and told the teachers.

 My new idea: Dressing to impress.

I picked out my dress-to-impress outfit while getting ready for school. Well…it’s a bit more complex than just picking out clothes. I modified them. I put on a skirt which I pinned up with safety pins. Now the length of it is five times shorter than what it originally was. Lets put it this way…I made it as short as possible.

Then I put on one of my long-sleeved shirts, except I didn’t put my arms through the sleeves. My body came through the top and I tied the sleeves in a bow in front of me. That’s what I call fashion-forward.

I found some stilettos on my mom’s shoe rack in her closet. They were way to big and kept falling off my feet when I walked, but I loved how tall they made me so I strapped them to my feet with rubber bands and duct tape.

Wha-la! All ready for the day.

Penny kept telling me I looked like a slut. I’ve never heard that word before. I asked her what it means and she said it’s how you dress when you go to a bar. I don’t take it as an insult. My mother goes to the bar all the time and she’s beautiful. I take it as a complement.

Whenever I leaned down to tie my shoes, Penny scolded me and kept telling me stay standing up. I didn’t understand why. She kept asking me to take the pins out of the skirt and let it down but I refused, so she gave me the cold shoulder for the rest of the day. I didn’t really mind. Nobody comes near me anyway…sometimes I wonder why.

At lunch I walked up to my crush and his friends. Well I didn’t really walk. It was more like stumble around. The stilettos are uncomfortable and hurt my feet, not to mention the rubber bands are starting to cut off my circulation. No matter! Nothing will stop me from succeeding.

When I was a foot next to him, I stopped walking.

“Hi again.” I said with a high voice. Apparently standing wasn’t any easier than walking because I stumbled again and this time I really lost my balance. I grabbed onto whatever was closest to me, which happened to be my crush’s hair. I banged my shoulder into the wall anyway…and fell down, pulling his head with me.

“Get away from me!” He yelled. That was the first time he’d ever talked to me. He ran off and I felt like going after him but his friends started talking to me.

“You look like a prostitute. What is your problem?” One of them laughed.

“Yeah, you’re a freak!” Another one said. They went after their friend.