#25

“Dude, what happened?”

“I forgot.”

“How could you forget? It was your idea to begin with!”

“I don't know. I wasn’t thinking about it last night.”

“But you do know what’s going to happen . . .”

Today is not a good day. It’s thirty-two degrees outside and the air is humid. My shirt sticks to my back and sweat dribbles down my face. The heat causes beads of impatience to form on my skin. I’m about to burst out of my skin when the bell rings.

“Class, I’m sorry to inform you but the air conditioning has some problems. And I know this is probably the worst time for it to break down, but we’re going to have to bear with it.”

I scan the classroom and notice my classmates’ beady eyes darting in my direction. I know why they’re looking at me, and it’s not comforting. My blood begins to boil as I simmer in the sun’s rays.

“Oh, and by the way we have a pop quiz in math.”

I hear a chorus of groans echo through the room, but I’m not so much concerned about the pop quiz and I am with the game.

The game was easy: Wear Red; red in demonstration against the school’s new policy of school uniforms. The tragedy lied in my forgetting to wear red, meaning that I approved of the new uniforms. And like what was said earlier, it was my idea to begin with.

Yesterday we decided that if you don’t wear red you have to forfeit your lunch for the entire week. This is how much we were against the uniform idea. And even though I was against it, I still had to suffer the punishment as though I actually was for it. And now I don't get a lunch. And the weather was not improving my attitude.

I looked over and saw Anna in the corner of the class. She sported a bright red t-shirt with a smiley face printed on its back, and underneath it read: Have a Nice Day.