Wacky Tacky Week
By: Louse Pappa
Prolouge
Sitting in a bright green car is not fun but I was so excited it didn’t matter. I gazing into the floats and lights that had been put on the store for Christmas. It was my Mom who first snapped me out of my daze to say, “Come on you were the one who wanted to go to this mall.”
“Okay, let’s do this.” I said as I was running in. I had waited months for this and so I went straight to it running into the clothes section and grabbing anything and everything that was tacky, I was in this stage when I wanted to be different even if that meant wearing stupid glasses, knee socks, and the worst tacky shirts. I for some reason I went to the junior section and saw them, they were the most tacky shirts I had ever seen. I grabbed them and paid the really expensive prize that left me in debt with my Mom for two weeks. Then in the car I was just so excited and I was somehow sure I was going to stay the same…
CHAPTER ONE
I was sitting next to a big box of “what was in the box again” I think it was pot holders. Then when my mom finally came in. I said, “You know I don’t want to sit here and watch you oh and ah at pieces of fabric that were made for plants.”
“You didn’t read the box did you? It say Maybelles’ winter clothes no pot holders in there.” Mom said with her normal I love you but you need to get in line voice. I gasped. Suddenly this was cool. I ripped into the masking tape to find a pile of sweatshirts.
“Too small, this wouldn’t fit through my arms, umm are all of these size 3.” this was horrible, nothing would fit me. Then the worst thing possible happened to me. The only thing that could work was the three worst shirts, my wackiest tackiest shirts ever. They were stripes and floral, it was horrible!!! “Mom we need to go shopping now! I can NOT be seen in these rags, I’ll wear summer clothes.” and that is exactly what I did.
On Monday I slipped out the door in jeggings and a shirt that says summer forever, but the second the cold air touched my bare arms I was frozen, I could barely tip toe inside to change into the least ugly shirt which had a unicorn barfing rainbows onto floral clouds, all mounted onto this dark green itchy wool. It made Dad crack up. Then he started rambling about a dream. This was going to be a bad day.
CHAPTER TWO
When me, my sister, and my brother got out of the car (I thought that having to drive to a school three blocks away was dumb) I was greeted by the ringing of the warning bell. I was frantic and while flailing around like deranged seal I forgot my coat. Not that I would be cold but I looked like a sparkly mess. And if that was not the worst thing Richard walked by as I ran into the hallway. Richard is one of those hot boys who is in the “in” crowd but not the most popular boy at school and I liked him. This was already horrible and I hated it so much. “Why me!” I thought as kids pointed me out through the hallway laughing and acting like I was this new kid who had no friends. I was just able to slip into my desk as the final bell rang and Mrs.Mary started her lecture on breakfast. That was something she did each day it was sooo boring. Well, after about thirty minutes of sitting there half asleep we got to have math class. Most people didn’t like math but the teacher was super nice to me and I was really smart. So, this wouldn’t be too hard. I sat across from Hudson (the MOST popular guy in school) because he needed to be tutored and Mr.Mary assigned me. We usually made faces at each other that everyone thought was flirting but actually we hated each other. See he’s not one of those popular boys who everyone likes because he’s nice, no he’s one of those super hot jocks who’s so mean but no one (except me) really cares they just see his face.
When we all rushed out for break I was the first to get into a secret corner where I always sit with my friends. They would be here in a moment to help me make my will. That was how desperate I was. They came in a cloud of giggles with Marsha in the middle and it was so fluffy and girly that I almost puked,
“OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I can’t believe it! Hudson the MOST popular boy likes me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Marsha screamed as soon as I was in earshot and plopped her giggly little designer jeans right next to my normal jeggings. She started the story.
CHAPTER THREE
“So, I was like just walking around, going to break then I hear Hudson like, “Yeah, she’s cute and smart. I would flunk…” then they like saw me then he was like, “Umm guys let move.” and I just know he was like talking about me, I just know it. This is the best thing ever!” Marsha was just rambling at this point. I was thinking over the stuff in her story, what was he going to say? Then I remembered that I was wearing the world's ugliest shirt. And said something like this, “I know this seems I bit random but I think the bell just rang so we should probably better be moving!” most of what I just said was true but I just wanted to get a move on from miss “He’s just so perfect” we all got up and hurried to History where again I tutored Hudson. We got there a few minutes early and so did Hudson and his group including Richard. But I wasn’t able to drool over myself because the second I sat down Hudson said, “So Maybelle, did you make that shirt yesterday or just add the sparkles.”I couldn’t resist so I said,
“No, I just felt like jazzing it up. It’s not like I had no choice of what to wear.” I couldn’t believe I had said that, not to Hudson, I felt like the queen of the world just for laughs I said, “You aren’t supposed to be sitting here dazed start studying.” that was probably not a good idea, but right before we got into to a complete fight the teacher came into the room and without speaking handed out a five page front and back test. This test is really important we will flunk if we fail and since I am tutoring Hudson if he fails that gets points taken away from me. The questions were really easy and I was the third person to turn it in. I picked up my book and just buried myself into it. The rest of the day was really dull and uneventful. Whenever we got free time I would get the joy to hear Marsha talk about boys.
When I got home I rushed to my room and tore off the shirt. I put on a nice sleep shirt, yes it was long sleeved but it had so many holes that if you put all of them in one spot it would be like wearing a crop-top. “Tomorrow will be different.” I said to myself with a sigh.
CHAPTER FOUR
When I got up the first thing I heard was, “OWWWWWWW!” it was Katie the youngest one in the family and a total brat. But today something was different she was bawling and bawling like she got hurt. So, I sprinted out of bed and saw that mom and Dad would be no help, they were sleeping in their bed. The second I got in there i saw her covered in dots and bump saying, “I don’t feel too good.” I was really freaking out I grabbed the thermometer and figured out she had a fever of 103℉. I screamed for Mom and Dad, and long story short I got to walk to school by myself.
I was going to volunteer today in younger classrooms but this is even uglier than the last shirt it had plaid polka-dots all mounted onto stripes. On my way to school I saw Hudson and he saw me we glared at each other. I was the first to look away to text Marsha that I had to be standing next to her crush until she came to stop us. Uh this sucks. Finally Marsha showed up saying, “Hi hudson can not wait to see if our text thingy works.” then she whispered to me, “Nothing happened you guys just glared at each other and thought “Kill me please.”
“Nothing happened for most of the time we were staring at our phones. I wish you would stop bugging me.” I said really just wanting to get to school on time. For most of the walk we were staring at our phones on instagram or snapchat. When we finally got to school we had plenty of time to watch the little kids frolic on the playground.
The bell finally rang and when our frozen little noses got into the warm fell of the heated room I was almost sweating. I had no choice I took of my black parka and when I saw the look on Marsha’s face there was one thing on my mind “I look ugly.” I said very very quietly to myself. Well, once Mrs.Mary had gotten into this stage where if someone were to fall asleep she wouldn’t notice I took out my sketch book and thought up a list of things I didn’t like about this shirt and it ended up being so long it took up two pages. Here’s what it looked like:
When I got home I found Katie vegged out on the couch, watching TV, with a pint of ice cream in her little hand. I did not say anything I got a pint of cookies and cream and watched My little Pony with her, it was pretty great.
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up laying on the floor, a bag of something in my hand. This is one of those times when I wish I knew what I dreamed about or at least remembered but I decided too just get a move on with day three, the final day of torture. I felt like saying I think I have whatever Katie has but that would be I lie and I am really bad at lying. Well today's shirt was the wackiest and tackiest of them all it was a button down with nonmatching buttons and in puke green letters it had “HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO” this was horrible and then the green went onto this light pink and dark purple stripes, and if that was NOT enough torture it also had little tiny black and white santa dancing atop everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I finally got into the car I was hyperventilating up a storm I keep on going,”Why me why me!” I was pretty much paralyzed when we got out of the car I bolted into the classroom and I did not care if I was sweaty I keep on my parka. Soon the heat was unbearable and I slipped off the heavy parka I really needed a drink so I took a hall pass and went to the water fountain it was that that cooled me down. I went with the flow of us down the hall into math and nothing really interesting had happened in there it was lunch when the interesting stuff really started happening I was walking through the lunch line with my friends, today was friday meaning we got mashed potatoes which was the only reason I was there. l really wanted to have mashed potatoes but I ended up getting everything that they were giving us. That was OK because we don’t have a poisonous cafeteria. We were walking and talking about something like boys and that sort of stuff, I went down to look at my phone and as I was putting it away BAM I hit by someone mashed potatoes went everywhere on my jeans and then something cold washed onto my shoes I don’t know what the next minute was like but after I got the goop out of my eyes I saw a group of people standing around me saying stuff like, “Oh, she’s looking at us like we are maniacs.” I got up and said,
“Why me? Who did this me? I look like barf.” this day was getting worse and worse.
“Richard did that to you he’s talking with the principal right now.” someone in the crowd said. I couldn't believe my ears the boy I liked had done this to me. I wanted to curl up like a bread roll and bury myself in the mushy chocolate cake that went around my soggy feet
“Can I go home I don’t feel well.” I said with a whimper.
On the way home we did not talk, my mom didn’t even turn on the radio. Once we were home I took a shower and watched a movie I cried in bed and keep on saying' "Why did it half to be me why!" I was so depressed. When my mom finally came in she sat by my bed and whispered,
"Do you want to go to the mall?"
When we arrived at the mall at 7:00 and I went straight to it I grabbed the stuff that I liked and fit. this was utterly great!!!!
Prolouge
Sitting in a bright green car is not fun but I was so excited it didn’t matter. I gazing into the floats and lights that had been put on the store for Christmas. It was my Mom who first snapped me out of my daze to say, “Come on you were the one who wanted to go to this mall.”
“Okay, let’s do this.” I said as I was running in. I had waited months for this and so I went straight to it running into the clothes section and grabbing anything and everything that was tacky, I was in this stage when I wanted to be different even if that meant wearing stupid glasses, knee socks, and the worst tacky shirts. I for some reason I went to the junior section and saw them, they were the most tacky shirts I had ever seen. I grabbed them and paid the really expensive prize that left me in debt with my Mom for two weeks. Then in the car I was just so excited and I was somehow sure I was going to stay the same…
CHAPTER ONE
I was sitting next to a big box of “what was in the box again” I think it was pot holders. Then when my mom finally came in. I said, “You know I don’t want to sit here and watch you oh and ah at pieces of fabric that were made for plants.”
“You didn’t read the box did you? It say Maybelles’ winter clothes no pot holders in there.” Mom said with her normal I love you but you need to get in line voice. I gasped. Suddenly this was cool. I ripped into the masking tape to find a pile of sweatshirts.
“Too small, this wouldn’t fit through my arms, umm are all of these size 3.” this was horrible, nothing would fit me. Then the worst thing possible happened to me. The only thing that could work was the three worst shirts, my wackiest tackiest shirts ever. They were stripes and floral, it was horrible!!! “Mom we need to go shopping now! I can NOT be seen in these rags, I’ll wear summer clothes.” and that is exactly what I did.
On Monday I slipped out the door in jeggings and a shirt that says summer forever, but the second the cold air touched my bare arms I was frozen, I could barely tip toe inside to change into the least ugly shirt which had a unicorn barfing rainbows onto floral clouds, all mounted onto this dark green itchy wool. It made Dad crack up. Then he started rambling about a dream. This was going to be a bad day.
CHAPTER TWO
When me, my sister, and my brother got out of the car (I thought that having to drive to a school three blocks away was dumb) I was greeted by the ringing of the warning bell. I was frantic and while flailing around like deranged seal I forgot my coat. Not that I would be cold but I looked like a sparkly mess. And if that was not the worst thing Richard walked by as I ran into the hallway. Richard is one of those hot boys who is in the “in” crowd but not the most popular boy at school and I liked him. This was already horrible and I hated it so much. “Why me!” I thought as kids pointed me out through the hallway laughing and acting like I was this new kid who had no friends. I was just able to slip into my desk as the final bell rang and Mrs.Mary started her lecture on breakfast. That was something she did each day it was sooo boring. Well, after about thirty minutes of sitting there half asleep we got to have math class. Most people didn’t like math but the teacher was super nice to me and I was really smart. So, this wouldn’t be too hard. I sat across from Hudson (the MOST popular guy in school) because he needed to be tutored and Mr.Mary assigned me. We usually made faces at each other that everyone thought was flirting but actually we hated each other. See he’s not one of those popular boys who everyone likes because he’s nice, no he’s one of those super hot jocks who’s so mean but no one (except me) really cares they just see his face.
When we all rushed out for break I was the first to get into a secret corner where I always sit with my friends. They would be here in a moment to help me make my will. That was how desperate I was. They came in a cloud of giggles with Marsha in the middle and it was so fluffy and girly that I almost puked,
“OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I can’t believe it! Hudson the MOST popular boy likes me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Marsha screamed as soon as I was in earshot and plopped her giggly little designer jeans right next to my normal jeggings. She started the story.
CHAPTER THREE
“So, I was like just walking around, going to break then I hear Hudson like, “Yeah, she’s cute and smart. I would flunk…” then they like saw me then he was like, “Umm guys let move.” and I just know he was like talking about me, I just know it. This is the best thing ever!” Marsha was just rambling at this point. I was thinking over the stuff in her story, what was he going to say? Then I remembered that I was wearing the world's ugliest shirt. And said something like this, “I know this seems I bit random but I think the bell just rang so we should probably better be moving!” most of what I just said was true but I just wanted to get a move on from miss “He’s just so perfect” we all got up and hurried to History where again I tutored Hudson. We got there a few minutes early and so did Hudson and his group including Richard. But I wasn’t able to drool over myself because the second I sat down Hudson said, “So Maybelle, did you make that shirt yesterday or just add the sparkles.”I couldn’t resist so I said,
“No, I just felt like jazzing it up. It’s not like I had no choice of what to wear.” I couldn’t believe I had said that, not to Hudson, I felt like the queen of the world just for laughs I said, “You aren’t supposed to be sitting here dazed start studying.” that was probably not a good idea, but right before we got into to a complete fight the teacher came into the room and without speaking handed out a five page front and back test. This test is really important we will flunk if we fail and since I am tutoring Hudson if he fails that gets points taken away from me. The questions were really easy and I was the third person to turn it in. I picked up my book and just buried myself into it. The rest of the day was really dull and uneventful. Whenever we got free time I would get the joy to hear Marsha talk about boys.
When I got home I rushed to my room and tore off the shirt. I put on a nice sleep shirt, yes it was long sleeved but it had so many holes that if you put all of them in one spot it would be like wearing a crop-top. “Tomorrow will be different.” I said to myself with a sigh.
CHAPTER FOUR
When I got up the first thing I heard was, “OWWWWWWW!” it was Katie the youngest one in the family and a total brat. But today something was different she was bawling and bawling like she got hurt. So, I sprinted out of bed and saw that mom and Dad would be no help, they were sleeping in their bed. The second I got in there i saw her covered in dots and bump saying, “I don’t feel too good.” I was really freaking out I grabbed the thermometer and figured out she had a fever of 103℉. I screamed for Mom and Dad, and long story short I got to walk to school by myself.
I was going to volunteer today in younger classrooms but this is even uglier than the last shirt it had plaid polka-dots all mounted onto stripes. On my way to school I saw Hudson and he saw me we glared at each other. I was the first to look away to text Marsha that I had to be standing next to her crush until she came to stop us. Uh this sucks. Finally Marsha showed up saying, “Hi hudson can not wait to see if our text thingy works.” then she whispered to me, “Nothing happened you guys just glared at each other and thought “Kill me please.”
“Nothing happened for most of the time we were staring at our phones. I wish you would stop bugging me.” I said really just wanting to get to school on time. For most of the walk we were staring at our phones on instagram or snapchat. When we finally got to school we had plenty of time to watch the little kids frolic on the playground.
The bell finally rang and when our frozen little noses got into the warm fell of the heated room I was almost sweating. I had no choice I took of my black parka and when I saw the look on Marsha’s face there was one thing on my mind “I look ugly.” I said very very quietly to myself. Well, once Mrs.Mary had gotten into this stage where if someone were to fall asleep she wouldn’t notice I took out my sketch book and thought up a list of things I didn’t like about this shirt and it ended up being so long it took up two pages. Here’s what it looked like:
- It makes me feel like something a cat barfed up.
- I look like something a crayon barfed (if crayons could barf).
- It has three totally different designs on it.
- It is not itchy but I think I have a rash in my armpit.
- I think there was supposed to be the signature of the artist on the back but it looks more like a deranged monkey than a name.
- I can NOT rock stripes on or with anything.
- This makes everyone look at me like I’m deranged
- It is clashy and horrible
- I hate it
- With anything you put on it just makes you look and feel dumb.
When I got home I found Katie vegged out on the couch, watching TV, with a pint of ice cream in her little hand. I did not say anything I got a pint of cookies and cream and watched My little Pony with her, it was pretty great.
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up laying on the floor, a bag of something in my hand. This is one of those times when I wish I knew what I dreamed about or at least remembered but I decided too just get a move on with day three, the final day of torture. I felt like saying I think I have whatever Katie has but that would be I lie and I am really bad at lying. Well today's shirt was the wackiest and tackiest of them all it was a button down with nonmatching buttons and in puke green letters it had “HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO” this was horrible and then the green went onto this light pink and dark purple stripes, and if that was NOT enough torture it also had little tiny black and white santa dancing atop everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I finally got into the car I was hyperventilating up a storm I keep on going,”Why me why me!” I was pretty much paralyzed when we got out of the car I bolted into the classroom and I did not care if I was sweaty I keep on my parka. Soon the heat was unbearable and I slipped off the heavy parka I really needed a drink so I took a hall pass and went to the water fountain it was that that cooled me down. I went with the flow of us down the hall into math and nothing really interesting had happened in there it was lunch when the interesting stuff really started happening I was walking through the lunch line with my friends, today was friday meaning we got mashed potatoes which was the only reason I was there. l really wanted to have mashed potatoes but I ended up getting everything that they were giving us. That was OK because we don’t have a poisonous cafeteria. We were walking and talking about something like boys and that sort of stuff, I went down to look at my phone and as I was putting it away BAM I hit by someone mashed potatoes went everywhere on my jeans and then something cold washed onto my shoes I don’t know what the next minute was like but after I got the goop out of my eyes I saw a group of people standing around me saying stuff like, “Oh, she’s looking at us like we are maniacs.” I got up and said,
“Why me? Who did this me? I look like barf.” this day was getting worse and worse.
“Richard did that to you he’s talking with the principal right now.” someone in the crowd said. I couldn't believe my ears the boy I liked had done this to me. I wanted to curl up like a bread roll and bury myself in the mushy chocolate cake that went around my soggy feet
“Can I go home I don’t feel well.” I said with a whimper.
On the way home we did not talk, my mom didn’t even turn on the radio. Once we were home I took a shower and watched a movie I cried in bed and keep on saying' "Why did it half to be me why!" I was so depressed. When my mom finally came in she sat by my bed and whispered,
"Do you want to go to the mall?"
When we arrived at the mall at 7:00 and I went straight to it I grabbed the stuff that I liked and fit. this was utterly great!!!!