Yippee-ki-yay! This was it! Mary Jean had made it! Every inch of her three-and-a-half foot frame tingled with birthday cake, root beer, and victory. Breathing rapidly, she looked out over her audience – a mix of neighborhood kids, classmates, and bored adults with plastered smiles. For months she had slowly accumulated the complete, gen-u-ine cowgirl ensemble, and now she had the pony. Her moment had come. She was off to the Wild West and no one could stop her. Flashing her best Sally Starr smile Mary Jean let out a “whoop!” and dug her tanned feet into the pony’s sides. The pony burped.
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Deborah Peel squared her shoulders and walked resolutely towards the tired looking pony. It barely glanced at her as it chewed listlessly at the brown-tipped grass of Billy French's back yard. She had been working towards this moment for months. Ever since Billy had told the class about his big plans for his 10th birthday, Deborah had known that the Cowboys and Indian's theme was the perfect time to claw her way back to the top of the Franklin D. Roosevelt Elementary's social echelons.
ReplyDeleteAs she was boosted up onto the back of the bored looking beast, she struck her best Dale Evans pose. Last April's spring play fiasco was behind her now. No one would remember the sneezing tree incident after they saw this photo. No-siree-bob. Deborah Peel was heading places during her fifth grade year at FDR.
She felt the sneeze coming on just as the photographer lifted the camera lazily to his face.
"The sneezing tree incident!" Hahahaha! Well played.
Delete"Take the picture ... take the picture .... take the picture .... TAKE THE STUPID PICTURE. I've peed my pants, the pony has eaten my left shoe, and the hat is slipping ... IT'S SLIPPING DOWN OVER MY BACK. Oh, for the love of God, Mama ... make the man take the picture and get me off of this stinky, scary animal. Oh, no ... now I've thrown up in my mouth a little bit!"
ReplyDeleteHahaha! So that's why she has that crazy look in her eyes!
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