- It's a half day for ACT testing, and no one wants to be at school. I choose this day to premier my very first mini skirt (paired with skeleton leg bone tights), just in case its too short for school and I get some teacher friction. Just as I'm walking into the testing room, my moderator stops me with a weary "Excuse me young lady..." terrified I'll be called out on my wardrobe choice and confined to second hand gym sweats for the rest of the day, I freeze. "Isn't there a rule about...(oh no here it comes)...coming to school with flesh on your bones?" Yeah Mr. teacher man. You just crack yourself up don'cha? >.<
- Walking into a charity auction house for which I made a sculpture. I'm just looking at the other pieces of art when an elderly lady lays a hand on my arm. "Dear, are you up for auction? Your skirt is dy-na-MITE!" Awww! Why is it always old ladies?
- At the same auction house, my lovely neighbor who has always expressed a love of my clothing choices is stalking me with a camera "Just hold it right there...I want to make a doll of you!" Well, I'm flattered. But do be careful...That doll can wear my clothes but not my face please! We don't need any Coraline dolls in this world no we do not.
- Hurrying through the school halls because I'm late to English class, once again wearing my skeleton tights. Some person I don't know is walking behind me chanting "Spooky bones! Spooky bones!" I don't know if they were trying to compliment me, insult me, or if they just had a penchant for stating the obvious. Anyways, I found it amusing!
- Trailing after my mom at the local supermarket. I catch a lady's eye in the frozen foods isle and she smiles at me. The same lady is in our checkout lane. Suddenly, she says, "I don't mean to stare, but you are a walking work of art!" Why thank you madame. :)
- Turning a corner in the school hallway, sporting the skeleton tights (I swear these didn't all happen in the same day). I bump into a boy I don't know and say, "Ow." and "Sorry." In that order. He gasps, much too loudly for such a little incident. "What? What is it?" I ask, terrified that I may have unknowingly given a hemophiliac a paper cut. "Oh!" He says, sounding much more calm. "Those bones aren't real!" Er...no they're not. I don't think I'd be coming to school if all the flesh and muscle on my legs suddenly vanished buddy.
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