"Oh, no..." I muttered to myself one sunny November day. My dress wouldn't fasten, no matter how much I had tried.
"Mia! Gotta go!" My mom called.
"Coming, mom!" I grabbed some spare clothes and sprinted to my mom's car. What will the other kids say when they see that my dress wouldn't fit? My mom wanted me to wear this dress today, but it wouldn't fit. And why was I wearing a dress, rather than my school uniform that day?
That day marked the beginning of International Week. Every International Week Monday, there was a Parade of Nations that took place during Opening. Kids would dress up in clothing that represented a country of their choice, and when their country was called, they would parade behind an eighth grader holding up a sign of that country on the stage. Then, everyone would cheer and clap. I had originally planned to represent China, but I went with South Korea.
So the drop off routine went as planned until I reached my classroom. I dropped off my stuff, grabbed some spare clothing, and dashed into the bathroom in order to change.
"Mia...show me the dress you were wearing." Ms. Grace came into the bathroom.
"No."
"Why not?"
"It wouldn't fasten." I threw on my spare clothes and exited the bathroom stall. I was wearing my Tae Kwon Do uniform without a belt. At that time, I was a brown belt.
"What's my mom gonna say? She made me wear that dress, and it wouldn't fit. I don't wanna have a wardrobe malfunction." I told Ms. Grace.
"Understood, Mia. Now, we should make our way to the MPR. The Parade of Nations is taking place today." Ms. Grace said as she and I went to the MPR. There were rows and rows of seats in front of the stage. The Parade of Nations went as planned. When it was over, the rest of the morning went as planned. Then, lunchtime came.
"Why'd you change your dress?" Brittany asked. She was wearing a white T shirt with the Djibouti flag on it and black leggings.
"It wouldn't fit. Besides, my Tae Kwon Do uniform is much more comfortable." I answered.
"I see." Kirsten answered. She was wearing the same thing as Brittany, except the colors were inverted.
"Tae Kwon Do?" Coach Eddy asked as he examined my uniform.
"Yeah, I do Tae Kwon Do. You hear that?"
"Yep."
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"Hey, Mia. How was the Parade?" My mom asked as she drove me home.
"It was fun. I had to change that dress because it was too tight. Are you upset?" I answered. I had done something like this before. One Halloween, she wanted me to go as Taylor Swift, but I went as Sapphire from the Pokemon Adventures manga instead. She was offended.
"Oh, no." My mom answered.
I'll admit, that dress was really pretty. It was made of silk and had delicate designs on it. It would've been perfect for the Parade of Nations, but I would be suffering from tightness of clothing. Nobody would want that happen, would they?
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Author's Note: That was also a tad short. If you're liking my autobiography so far, don't forget to vote and comment! Thank you!
7/31/17
Been a year since I started this! Wow, the time really does fly!
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