My school was having possibly the most amazing contest ever; a Disney Costume Contest, exept, I had no clue it was happening. I told my mom that i wanted my hair cut and dyed purple, so she went with me to get it done. We got there and got it cut into a pixie and i was happy. When i walked out to the parking lot, a bus from my school was there, so I got on. We went on buses to a fabric store and everyone went in to get boxes of fabric, but I had no idea what we were doing there. All their fabrics were pre-ordered and all in boxes with cut outs for an easy sew that was able to be done before the next day. I stayed on the bus, since I didn't know what was going on and just read on my phone. It seemed like I was forgotten about by everyone and people got their boxes and got back on the bus. No one sat with me, so I got up and moved to where one of my friends were, let's call her Peggy. I sat in front of her and next to this dud that I didn't know. Peggy noticed me and looked at her friends sitting around her. They all nodded and swiveled their chair in a different direction. The dude swiveled the seat that we were sharing to face the front and asked to play a game. I smiled and said that I'd be fine with it. However, one of the people monitoring the bus kept telling me to put the games up and made me move back to my original spot, where I continued reading. The bus ride back was short, and it seemed like the bus ride had also time skipped to the next day, making everyone else's costumes completed and stitched to perfection. We all filed through the door and I saw my mom. I ran towards her and said hi, but without a word, she grabbed my arm and took me past the cafeteria where there were different parts of Disney costumes skewed all over the room like a shop. My mom threw me in a Aurora top that was two sizes too small for me and I didn't want to be Aurora, but my mom didn't care. She found some cow print jeans that also didn't fit me and put them on me too. She slapped a fuzzy pink velvet cowboy hat on me that was obviously falling apart and had two pieces of fabric covering my eyes. I tried to tell her that I didn't want to wear this and I could maybe dress up as one of the stepsisters from Cinderella, but she declined it and told me to ask if we could add a stuffed animal to our costume. All of the teachers in charge were in the Cafeteria, but that was also where all of my peers were. I took in a wavered breath and walked in. Everyone looked amazing in their outfits and I saw a variety of Disney and Pixar. I saw Miguel from Coco along with a Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid. I smiled slightly to be surrounded by Disney fans, but that smile soon disappeared when my 8th period teacher, let's say... Mrs. Samantha walked up the me and told me my costume sucked and was defidently getting a failing grade. I looked at her, "What? I- I didn't even know th-that we w-werr having this.. My cos-cotume isn't even-" I started to sob, but she just thought I was being dramatic and told me that I'd known about it for weeks and I had plenty of time to get it finished. She told me that now I'd walked into the cafeteria, that it was deemed finished and that it's getting graded no matter what I say. I use the bits of fabric that were falling in my face to wipe my tears off until I saw the grade she gave me; a 3.2 and the highest grade was a 100. The tears started comming down again as I had a walk of shame to the furthest table down with the most empty chairs. I unknowingly sat next to Panic who stood up and went to talk with Ash and Son. Looked around the room and saw a Carl and Ellie from UP I laughed at them fighting over a scarf. Someone was mistaken that Dreamworks was apart of Disney and dressed up as the villian from Despicable Me. I laughed at them in their Elvis costume and told them their butt looked fabulous. I forgot about what I was wearing until a teacher walked up to my and asked who I was. I told her that I didn't know and began to cry again. She just said, "Well, whatever. Even if you decided to be Snow White you would still be ugly." I started sobbing again when Panic came back to sit next to me and started to calm me down. I smiled and asked her if she had a costume, and she told me she didn't. I opened my mouth to ask if she wanted to find a way backstage and into Mrs. Good's room, but I was stopped before I could when a teacher told us to separate because we were apparently known for reeking havoc while together. I felt my chest tense up as I began to watch the shenanigans that the other cosplaying students were up to. Son came up to me and asked what was wrong, and I told her that this wasn't what I wanted to be and that I wanted to be something else. Then I remembered a conversation with Panic about us cosplaying Anna and Elsa. I smiled at finally having a plan for who I was going to be and I was ready to go to the shop like room to get everything I needed for Elsa, and started walking with Son back to our group of friends, when I saw Ash adjusting the top piece of an Anna costume. I looked over at Son and she looked like Kristoph, but the cherry on top was seeing Panic dressed as Olaf talking to Ash's sister dressed as Elsa. I let a tear fall and said, "Oh.. you all already have costumes..." and Son looked at me with anger and disgust as she shoved my with all of her strength away from them. I woke up as soon as I hit the floor with a pain in my chest and tears in my eyes.
