“class is in session”
I’m so excited! My outfit is picked out, today I’m wearing royal blue, not just any type of blue, royal. It’s a special day for me because this is a celebration for every person whose name begins with the letter “D” in this small town. I know I’m not the only one in this little dinky town whose name begin with the letter “D”, but I feel as if the day was meant for me.I went all out, this year, to look good for this event, well in all fairness my mom went all out, because in her words; “I have no money,” she constantly reminds me of this, but that’s another story, anyway my mom brought me this pretty royal blue dress, I spent hours or should I say we spent hours at the hairdressers getting the perfect curls, and what goes better with a dress than blue shoes, blue suede shoes. It’s an all day event but I got ready six in the morning, I don’t get ready this early when I have to go to school, in fact I fake sleep as long as I can.
The town commissioner has decided he wanted to celebrate everyone. To do this one day is set aside in celebration of a letter representing a person’s name, like June 1st will be for all persons who name begins with the letter “A,” June 2nd for the letter “B.” My name begins with “D,” I particularly don’t care for anyone else. As I was making sure everything about my outfit was perfect, no wrinkle, no fuzz spots, my parents came into my room. They looked sad.
“What’s wrong, why ‘y’all look so sad?”
They sat down on my bed, asked me to sit beside them, I thought to myself this can’t be good, has something happen to grandma or grandpa?
“The event has been….cancelled.”
“Cancelled?” “What do you mean?”
“This town is in a coo, and we are to stay inside until further notice.”
“A what?” “What the heck is a coo?” “What’s going on, I don’t get it.” “Am I being punked?”
“Honey, the town is being taking over by militia.”
“Who the heck is Militia, why can’t the police be called and escort her out of town?”
“It’s not a her, it’s a military group that takes control of the government.”
“So I don’t get my day?”
My dad looked sad, worried.
“No!” “We have to….”
“Oh this is some bull…..”
“Darcie!!!” “Watch your language!!” “They… may be watching us!!”
“I don’t care if they, whoever they are, are watching us, this is MY day, NOBODY MESSES WITH MY DAY” “Why can’t we chase these militia military people out and get on with my day?”
“It’s not that simple, sweetie.” “Let’s just sit….”
I started to jump up and down, pace back and forth, I was looking for something to kick, to punch, to destroy. I started to scream as loud as I could.
“Sit down, darling, calm down.”
“CALM!!” “THIS IS MY DAY, MY DAY!” “I DARE THEY MESS WITH MY DAY, MESSING WITH MY DAY IS MESSING WITH ME!!” “NOBODY MESSES WITH ME!!”
“Darcie!!” My dad used his big, bold, angry voice. “Sit!!!” “Relax” “We have to sit and wait for instructions.”
I sat next to my parents on the bed.
“This is some bull.”
A writing 101 assignment Day fifteen: Finding your voice: Think about an event you’ve attended and loved. Your hometown’s annual fair. That life-changing music festival. A conference that shifted your worldview. Imagine you’re told it will be cancelled forever or taken over by an evil corporate force.
How does that make you feel?