lmc71775
04-16-2011, 05:35 PM
Material Girl
Each morning when Sally woke up, she complained to her mother.
“Mom, do I have to wear this?” She asked, pointing to her white cotton blouse a size too big and her itchy pleated skirt.
Sally cringed at the thought of wearing her uniform. She hated the material and thought it was uncomfortable. “Mom please, can I wear something else today?”
“Sally, honey all the girls need to wear them,” her mother sighed. “It’s just for school.”
Sally hated the rules. If she had a say so, she would wear whatever she wanted. She day-dreamed of her huge rainbow-colored hat she got from the amusement park last year. She remembered all the fun times she had that day, riding the roller-coasters and eating blue and pink cotton-candy, wearing that hat.
Then Sally thought of wearing a scuba suit like the divers use on their diving trips. She remembered seeing them on T.V. as they swam with dolphins on a summer’s night. The suits look so tight and cool as if you’re wearing nothing at all, she thought.
Sally kept day-dreaming as she got ready for school. Slipping on her clothes, she thought of slipping on her ballerina outfit. She remembered when she had ballet class, learning how to jump and hop like a feather—just like the ones in her tutu, all purple and full of fluff.
As Sally ran downstairs she noticed her father’s leather jacket and thought of wearing that. That would be wonderful, she thought. Sally remembered all the bike rides her father would take her on—her hair blowing in the wind, feeling the brisk air touching her face. I would love to wear leather pants and a black leather jacket just like the biker girls do, thinking again how wonderful it would be.
After Sally ate her breakfast (chocolate milk and double-stuffed oreos) she packed her book-bag and wondered some more. She thought of all the times her and her friends would dress-up their dolls in beautiful dresses—red velvet and silky blue ones. That would be great to wear, I would just dance all day, she thought.
When Sally got to school, she put her things in the locker and sat down. Her scratchy pleated skirt rubbed at her knees as she squeezed in her toes and tried to remain seated. But Sally couldn’t help but squirm in her seat.
“Sally Spencer, please sit still!” the teacher called out.
“Sorry Mrs. Conner,” Sally said as her face turned all red.
Sally couldn’t wait for school to be over. After all the classes were done and the final bell rang, Sally raced out the door and headed home.
She zoomed inside the house and darted up the stairs to change her clothes and wear something more comfortable.
“Uniforms stink, it shouldn’t matter what we wear!” Sally said to her mother as she picked up Sally’s clothes off the floor.
“You’re right, it doesn’t matter what you wear, what matters most is,” her mother said, pointing to Sally’s heart then pausing for a moment. “Is what’s inside here.”
Sally seemed puzzled for a bit and thought of how big her heart was, then said. “You are right mom…my heart’s just the right size. It fits perfect.”
Each morning when Sally woke up, she complained to her mother.
“Mom, do I have to wear this?” She asked, pointing to her white cotton blouse a size too big and her itchy pleated skirt.
Sally cringed at the thought of wearing her uniform. She hated the material and thought it was uncomfortable. “Mom please, can I wear something else today?”
“Sally, honey all the girls need to wear them,” her mother sighed. “It’s just for school.”
Sally hated the rules. If she had a say so, she would wear whatever she wanted. She day-dreamed of her huge rainbow-colored hat she got from the amusement park last year. She remembered all the fun times she had that day, riding the roller-coasters and eating blue and pink cotton-candy, wearing that hat.
Then Sally thought of wearing a scuba suit like the divers use on their diving trips. She remembered seeing them on T.V. as they swam with dolphins on a summer’s night. The suits look so tight and cool as if you’re wearing nothing at all, she thought.
Sally kept day-dreaming as she got ready for school. Slipping on her clothes, she thought of slipping on her ballerina outfit. She remembered when she had ballet class, learning how to jump and hop like a feather—just like the ones in her tutu, all purple and full of fluff.
As Sally ran downstairs she noticed her father’s leather jacket and thought of wearing that. That would be wonderful, she thought. Sally remembered all the bike rides her father would take her on—her hair blowing in the wind, feeling the brisk air touching her face. I would love to wear leather pants and a black leather jacket just like the biker girls do, thinking again how wonderful it would be.
After Sally ate her breakfast (chocolate milk and double-stuffed oreos) she packed her book-bag and wondered some more. She thought of all the times her and her friends would dress-up their dolls in beautiful dresses—red velvet and silky blue ones. That would be great to wear, I would just dance all day, she thought.
When Sally got to school, she put her things in the locker and sat down. Her scratchy pleated skirt rubbed at her knees as she squeezed in her toes and tried to remain seated. But Sally couldn’t help but squirm in her seat.
“Sally Spencer, please sit still!” the teacher called out.
“Sorry Mrs. Conner,” Sally said as her face turned all red.
Sally couldn’t wait for school to be over. After all the classes were done and the final bell rang, Sally raced out the door and headed home.
She zoomed inside the house and darted up the stairs to change her clothes and wear something more comfortable.
“Uniforms stink, it shouldn’t matter what we wear!” Sally said to her mother as she picked up Sally’s clothes off the floor.
“You’re right, it doesn’t matter what you wear, what matters most is,” her mother said, pointing to Sally’s heart then pausing for a moment. “Is what’s inside here.”
Sally seemed puzzled for a bit and thought of how big her heart was, then said. “You are right mom…my heart’s just the right size. It fits perfect.”