Hooked on Writing | 31 Days Writing Challenge

preschool concert

☆ day eight - setting is character

describe your character in one of the following settings:

-the restaurant they wait tables in.
-volunteering at the shelter for abused women and children.
-a bookstore about to go out of business.
-a children's pre-school concert.

genre: humor

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The first thing that made me go 'WTF,' was the sight of a tiny kid dressed as a horror-movie nun pass by us as we stood in the corridor of the classroom.

They didn't tell me the kids could wear something like that! I was not informed.
Now my cousin is stuck in this insanely dreamy pink princess gown, when she could've been a horror-movie nun! How could they deprive her from such privilege?

I hear faint sounds of old music inside their classroom. Something tugged at the edge of my sweater. I look down on my cousin.

"Do I really look like a princess?" Her big doe eyes made me not want to crush her palpable dreams of living in a castle. Tough luck kid, we're stuck in this life.

"Yes. You look lovely. Don't stress it, it's just a preschool concert. Save your wrinkles for college."

I fold my arms. God, getting stuck babysitting was a nightmare. I'm so jealous of my mom and dad who are in their 40s, chilling by the veranda with their morning coffee.

How dare they disrespect the services of coffee to our all-nighters by drinking it for 'fun'. Coffee is not 'fun'. It's sacred to every high school/college people.

The purple door opens and Ms. Terry ushers us in. This is the second time I'm silently saying 'WTF' to my self. The room looks like a unicorn pooped all over the place. . . but not in a good way.

I sat on the tiny yellow chair, barely squeezing myself onto it as the concert prepares. My cousin was now guided by their teacher out in the front.

I grab a tiny cookie one of the teachers offered and found myself nodding. It actually lived up to its divine smell, it tastes amazing.

After a few moments of waiting, the concert officially began. And for the third time, I'm still WTF-ing.

Horrible choreography, kids laughing instead of dancing, robot kids who can't dance- it's a mess. I mean, what did you expect? A JLo-esque perfection? A part of me did. Lesson learned: Never get your hopes up, kids.

Sometimes I miss being a kid. But then I see this crap, it makes me wanna appreciate where I am right now. I would not trade the world to go through this again.

A little boy's character, who for some reason, was supposed to bring a bucket of dark paint, tripped on thin air. Pouring all the bucket's glory into my cousin's pink dress.

Everyone gasped.

"Hey! Your dress looks better!" I yell out loud. Every head in the room turned to me. "Yeah, I should probably help, ok-"