Chatterbox: Inkwell

Hey, so this is a short story I wrote about my first day of school... everything is true except for the names. Tell me what you think! (Revenge to the Fair Admissions Lady is the title of this chapter, not the book :) )

Revenge to the Fair Admissions Lady

My first day of seventh grade was so hot, my grandma had to call us after school to make sure that we hadn’t melted. Seriously. It was nearly 100 degrees outside, according to the weather app on my phone. But we were all pretty sure that it was much hotter than that, and that the number 100 was the highest that the weather channel’s thermometer would go. Luckily, like was starting to be a tradition, we received ten dollars for ice cream in the card that our same grandmother had mailed us from up in New Hampshire. It was supposed to be a surprise, but we all knew what was inside the envelope. In her card, my grandma had written the exact sentence following: “I hope that my two wonderful granddaughters have fun in 7th (Izzy) and 5th (Gwen) grades!” Like, of course we’re going to forget which grade each of us is going into. As Mom pointed out, maybe Granny Lanny just wanted to prove to us that she knew how old we were. This got lots of laughs from me and Gwen. Where we lived, all of the neighboring towns had canceled school because of the heat. But not us. We were still excited though, despite the heat. Me for finally being one of the older kids in the school, although my super-short height still didn’t show it, and Gwen was excited for her first day as a middle schooler. Of course, her outfit looked more like she was going into second grade, or what my mom said was very “Punky Brewster”. Whatever. They both meant that Gwen’s pigtails, giant unicorn bow, unicorn tee shirt, pink ruffled skirt, and koala knee socks over black high- top Converse, didn’t scream middle school at all. Even I looked way older than her, despite the fact that I was so short that a fair admissions lady last week thought I was about eight. Anyways, I looked way older than her, what with my silver nail polish, cutoff jean shorts (both of which I was wearing the day of the fair, btw), and navy blue tank top with “fireworks” of different colors all over it. I mean, I knew that I looked nothing like the popular girls, who were all wearing matching “off-the-shoulder” shirts, but hey, at least I tried. And looked better than Gwen.