Originally published in Tuesday Shorts
If I had on a yellow dress I'd get myself up off this filthy, gum-stained floor and race past the lockers. At the opposite end of the corridor I'd whirl around and scream out their names. Gus and Kip and Justin and all the others. Once they turned toward the sound of my voice I'd slowly raise my middle finger. Then I'd spin around, bend over and lift the back of my dress just like those courageous Scottish warriors in the film Braveheart. Everyone standing around would clap and laugh, making those dreadful boys feel very small.
But then if I had on a yellow dress, it would lend truth to their insensitive taunts -- wouldn't it?