So many people made me feel wonderful today.
The Voice over the intercom: “All superlatives please report to the cafeteria. All superlatives.”
I stepped into the hallway to see Cody right away. “Cody,” I whisper-yelled. He, being a nice person, waited for me to catch up and we walked together. All the superlatives made their way to the cafeteria, crowding the tables, laughing and smiling. Andy sat in the middle of the mob checking his list and making arrangements. “Most School Spirit, where do you want your pictures taken?” Like the Title was the two students’ names.
I looked at Cody. He seemed as thrilled as I did about picture day. Andy looked our way. “Cody and Cierra, where do you want yours done?” We shrugged. We honestly didn’t care. We should have been voted ‘Most Likely to Go-With-The-Flow’ or something.
Most Mischievious: “What are you?”
“Most Talented,” I murmured.
“You are? What do you do?”
“Thank you…” I thought. “I am talented enough to make myself invisible…” I looked at her a moment before answering. “I paint,” is all I could really say about myself.
The Voice over the intercom: “Superlative pictures have been cancelled for today.”
Fourth period rolls around. The pictures were on once again.
We all met outside the building to set up for pictures. Some take theirs by a tree, some inside in the library, others on the football field. Cody and I decided on the auditorium.
Andy: “Why don’t you go to the art room to get a few props for your picture.”
“Sure,” I said. And grabbed Meredith.
I enter the art room. Mrs. McCroskey is not there, which made me depressed. I already knew her doors to the good art supplies would be locked. I was bummed.
The Substitute: ” What do you need?”
“Props for the superlative pictures- Most talented,” Meredith said pointing to me.
“Don’t they have microphones, music sheets, and stuff like that in the auditorium?” the Sub said. Some one was in a bad mood that day. If sub-ing depresses you that much then do not do it.
“Yeah, its a good thing I paint.” I said sarcastically. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but people were not making me feel very good about myself today.
“Oh. Well, get what you need, but bring it back.”
“I’m sure she really wouldn’t miss a paint brush,” I thought. There really wasn’t anything else I could use.
Our picture didn’t turn out as planned. And I looked kind of random standing in the auditorium holding a paint brush and smiling. I decided we would have ours retaken we the photographer returns. I told Cody I would simply be painting Cody’s face to look like the Phantom of the Opera while he looked at his music in the next shot. He felt it was a pretty good idea, and just maybe it will follow through. Anything would be better than the one we took today.
I hate pictures… unless you are Gary Woods- I hate pictures.
