The Prompts:1.) The popular girls.
2.) It happened at work.
3.) “How long until you realized you had no talent or patience for this? Tell the story (true or fiction) of trying to learn a new talent or hobby that you only pursued briefly.”
4.) “Who first told you that it’s not nice to stare? Write about a time you stared when you maybe shouldn’t have, or a time when sometime stared at you.”
5.) Describe a happy reunion. (Go to Mama Kat's to see the sappy, crying, pitiful, yet oh so lovely video of soldiers returning home. Even a dog gets in on the action.)
“Who first told you that it’s not nice to stare? Write about a time you stared when you maybe shouldn’t have, or a time when sometime stared at you.”
You may not know it now, because, come on, super model here, but I used to be a little awkward looking. And by a little, I mean, a lot.
Here I am now. (Beautiful, right?)
Here I was then.
A little gangly. I don't know what's going on with my brother there.
Look closely at the teeth.
Here look at this one.
Do you see those teeth?
Ha! Tricked you. No teeth there. Just a really cute baby. That's me. Uh huh. Not always gangly, huh?
Where was I?
Ah, yes. Bad teeth.
I knew I had some bad teeth. BAADDD teeth. I used to smile with my hand over my mouth.
But one day in high school, (you knew it had to be high school) I got on the bus for the ride home.
I sat down in the only vacant seat next to a girl I had never met before.
Finally, she said and I quote:
"What's wrong wif yo teef."
What do you say to that?
I don't know either. Because I can't really remember what I said. I just remember feeling humiliated. FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE about my teeth.
What I should have said was:
"My teeth will get fixed some day. But you'll always be stupid."
That's what I'll say next time someone stares. "You're stupid!" Nanner, nanner!