The Best Day Of My Life
In fourth grade I started taking poetry. My older brother was taking it and I didn't like to be left out. The group didn't really accept me because I was just his kid sister. I wasn't really respected and my poetry wasn't really listened to. By that time, I was titled "The Weird Kid". Everyone in my grade and now the poetry group criticized me. I wasn't very happy. I was also going through a portion of my life where I wanted to be anywhere but there.
Des Moines made me angry for reasons not even I know. I just didn't like it. But, in my fifth grade, I took poetry again. This time, I was joined by three of the most precious people on earth. Jailen, Gracie, and Reyna. Jailen and Gracie were twins and Reyna was a year younger then us. I treated them like my sisters and they made me very happy whenever I felt bad.
This particular day had sucked. Though my mother and I retained the idea that we were too young to date, dating was very big in my fifth grade class. I think we were all practicing for when it would become real. When relationships would be almost as important as life.
Now, there was this particular boy. Chris. I like Chris, though I never admitted it. And this day he actually spoke to me. Well, not exactly. He spoke about me. He was simply chatting with his friends and I (of course) was eavesdropping. And he said, word for word, "I wouldn't date her anyway". Listening to this conversation, I knew they were speaking about me. And, though it wasn't love, no girl wants to hear what he said next.
"She's simply undateable. A skinny pig." I was undateable. Nowadays, I know that's not really a word, but it meant everything to me. So I stood up and grinned at him. And I said "At least I'm skinny, unlike you, jack*ss." I wasn't necessarily allowed to say this, but at the time it felt good. He and his friends looked astonished to realize I had heard what he said. I heard "Sorry" that week more times than I have in my lifetime.
Either way, I was pretty upset that day. So when I got to poetry, I kept to myself whereas I usually chat with everybody. I had worked hard on my poem, but that day simply didn't feel like practicing. We had a big event coming up and we were all excited for it. I needed to memorize my poem so that I could preform.
Raegen was the student teacher that year. She was a high-school student and meant the world to me. I thought of her as my role model and always treated her with respect (or so my sarcastic ten-year-old brain thought). She and I went to a small room to practice uninterrupted.
We practiced for a while, and I guess she felt I was out of it, because she suggested a brain break. I paced while she sat in a spinning chair. The carpet was an ugly brown color but the walls were a nice red. The chair was black and the desk was a very smooth wood. She asked me what my favorite movie was, to entertain me, I think.
I thought about it. I had never actually wondered what my favorite movie was. I didn't really have favorites. I simply liked everything. Well, almost everything. I had a weird hatred for banana's at the time, but that's another story.
There was a movie we had watched recently. The Princess Bride. (Nowadays, I've read the book and think it is much better than the movie.) At the time, that movie was captivating. I liked the characters and the way the people interacted. I liked the story-line. It was defining. From the beginning, you knew who was bad and who was good. It helped that I thought Wesley was terribly dashing, as well.
So I decided then and there that it was my favorite movie. "The Princess Bride," I stated, making my voice proud, as if I had created it.
And then it happened. A few words that not only changed my day but my life as well. "I was just thinking, has she seen Princess Bride?" she said. Not very big words or important ones. But to me? This was bonding with a girl I loved. I then made the decision that the Princess Bride would always be my favorite.
Nowadays, I collect favorites like trees drop leaves. That was the start of it. Either way, I ended up cheerier then I thought I'd be in my entire life and, by relation, it became my happiest memory. I did my poem... Got a ten out of ten for it. My school won the competition thanks to me. I can't even remember my names most days, but that group and that memory will always be with me.
-Diana
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