Forgotten memories

Friday

10/14 (thurs.)

Outfit:
-Straight legged jeans, white knitted winter sweater, red scarf with little pink flowers, and blister-inducing red flats

School:
-Bring book for English
-Get mom to sign permission slip for History
-Spanish quiz tomorrow (not on syllabus)
-Read over history notes in the morning...too tired....

Other notes:
-Ate tons of carbs today (Mom bought mint chocolate chip icecream) EXERCISE!!

Aren't Fridays supposed to be good? The note on my nightstand didn't tell me anything useful. My eyelids wanted to stay closed; my favorite jeans were in the hamper, and to top it all off there was no milk in the fridge.

But worst of all my cell phone was dead. The shiny, white one that I'll have until it falls into a gutter; the one that has the calendar and reminder bells and is essentially my socially acceptable security blanket.

"I'm sure that you will be just fine," my mom said on the way to school this morning.

"How do you know?" I asked. "I could have a huge math test today. There could be a school assembly that I won't know about,"

"It's just one day Rose. You'll be fine without your phone for just one day."

"Easy for you to say," I muttered while looking out the window.

Now, right now, standing here, I have proof that my mom was wrong. I am not fine without my phone for the day. Today is the day that I needed a new T-shirt for gym glass. Had it not been dead, my phone, the phone that my mom and I programmed together with important little reminders exactly like the situation I'm in now; it would have reminded me, in its tiny block lettering, to bring a shirt for gym today. Therefore; today is the day that I am standing in gym shorts and my winter sweater wondering what to do.

Page then interrupts my train of thought. We wont ever really be friends, but we only talk in gym class. She smiles and hands me a yellow oversize tee with a cat on it that reads: HAVE A PURR-FECT DAY! How emembarrassing.

"Thanks, Page," I grumble as I take the shirt from her and quickly put it on. We exchange pleasant nods before I throw my normal clothes into the locker, slam it, and head out into the gym.

As I walk, two thoughts run through my mind. First, I wonder whether Mrs. Martinez will let me go to the nurse's office for a bandaid to cover the painful heel blisters I can feel rubbing against my sneakers with every step. And second, I can't help but thank my lucky stars that only the other twelve helpless souls with first period gym class will see me in this hideous assemble.

But, unfortunately for me, Mrs. Martinez is a coldhearted woman.

"No?" I ask in disbelief.

"No! Get a bandaid on your own time!" she says, black eyes daring me to argue as she holds her whistle at the ready.

I'm not stupid, so I don't press the issue. Instead, I hobble back to the bench with my teammates and vow to play through the pain of my poor heels.

Halfway through what I can only assume is the lowest-scoring basketball game in highschool history, a noise ricochets through the echoing gym that all at once makes my arm hairs stand on end, my ear drums seize up, and teeth chatter. For a moment, I don't know what's going on.

Mrs. Martinez waves her arms in the direction of the exit sign, and my class mates begin to lazily walk toward the door way.

That's when I get it. A fire drill.

We, the students of Meridan High school are going outside. All 956 of us. While I, Rosetta Altman, am sporting a bright yellow cat T-shirt. That says: HAVE A PURR-FECT DAY! And extremely short of shorts for the entire student body to see. Great.

Yep, its a good Friday indeed.

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