“Look at what she’s wearing,” a boy whispered to his friends. I could hear the kids snickering across the hall.
“What’s up with that Kaliegh Girl? Wear did she get those clothes from, the dumpster?” Jay said after he made a three-pointer. We laughed together. “Yeah,” I chuckled. “Hope not all of the people in Minnesota dress like that.” We had another good laugh.
“Why do you wear those clothes?” “My mom picked them out for me,” she said quietly. “She died two months ago.” “I know that the clothes are hideous, but it’s the last thing I have of her. The last thing I could hold on to.” Her eyes started to water.
“Well,” Jay said while shuffling through his backack. “Let’s make a pros and cons list.” “Well for one, a pro for helping her out will make her not feel so sad all the time.” We went on with different pros and cons. In the end, we came up with seven pros and three cons. “Well, it’s been decided. You should totally help her out,” Jay said.
Walking through the halls of school, I could hear the kids laughing at me. I couldn’t blame them, I was wearing a yellow shirt with green pants and a purple jacket. I spotted Kaliegh across the hall. I could tell that she was still getting bothered by some kids. “What are you laughing at?” I said to the bullies. “What? Just because she dresses differently doesn’t mean she isn’t any different from us.” “I’m sorry,” one of the girls said. “We all are.”
The next day, everyone came in multi-colored clothes. There were flashes of greens, purples, blues, and red everywhere. I went up to Kaliegh, who was talking to some people.