carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

06 | white flag

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the return of joseph descamps
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Dark blue, Sadie decided, was not her color.

"I look like a smurf, Marty," she gawked, not being able to take her eyes off of the gym uniform she tried on.

Her best friend cackled at that, shaking her head. "I mean, you look small enough to be a smurf, that's for sure," she snorted.

It was the second day of school and the pair of them were at Sadie's once again. Martine had left early and showed up to give Sadie a ride once again, but was surprised to find the girl in just about the ugliest set she'd ever been cursed to see. Sadie, herself, had been trying on the uniform she and her father had bought the week before. Sadie hadn't cared too much about what it looked like while they were shopping, so long as it was long and baggy enough for her, she was happy. But now that she stood in front of the mirror, she wanted to skip off to Smurf Village with her fellow blue brothers and sisters.

Sadie saw in the reflection as Martine rolled her eyes, playing with the hem of Sadie's big shirt. Sadie was a petite person with little to no muscle, and her getting baggy clothes only made her tinier.

"I mean, it might've looked better if your shorts were shorter," she stated, tilting her head a little bit.

"Are you joking? That's the one thing keeping me sane right now!"

Her dark blue shirt was loose and trailed over her hips, while her blue shorts went to right above her knees. They were also a little too big on her, so her mother sewed a ribbon into the seam to pull the waistband smaller, which only added to the ridiculousness.

"You might as well show up to gym class in a potato sack, Sadie."

"Leave me alone, it's bad enough I have to go to the class in the first place," Sadie whined before ripping off the shirt to throw in her bag and putting her dress from the day before back on.

"Oh, Lord, not that damned dress again!" Martine groaned, shielding her eyes.

Sadie merely stuck out her tongue as she tugged the shorts out from under her skirt and chucked it in her school bag. The weather was a bit warmer compared to the night before, but it was still a little chilly, so she threw on the cardigan and beret she used the night before to give her a bit of warmth.

At the additions, Martine relaxed. "Well, at least the colors are complimentary. Though your hat has seen better days."

"Leave me and my hat alone, you lunatic. It's only to keep my head from freezing on your moped this morning," Sadie giggled, fixing her hair from underneath the beret.

"Are you going with your hair down today?" Martine asked. "I like when your hair's down!"

But Sadie shook her head. "Not today. I'm just wearing the hat for the ride, then I'll braid my hair when we get there—I learned my lesson from yesterday."