it was also book character parade day, which made things even wilder. i went as willy wonka—well, sorta. not the full purple coat and hat, just my old steampunk outfit from last halloween. i looked like if willy wonka invented candy that ran on gears and steam.
the class party was just pure madness. i brought cookies (which disappeared immediately, like someone inhaled them). frosting everywhere. candy everywhere. kids running around like their lives depended on finding more sugar.
then recess came, and that’s when i saw it: santa claus.
on halloween.
bro showed up in full red suit, white beard, everything. i swear i thought maybe the months got mixed up.
so i went up and asked him for a sweater—because it was cold, and he’s santa. sweater guy. present guy. winter guy. but… nothing. no sweater. no ho ho ho. no jingle bells. just a man in red leaving me empty-handed.
after recess, i was in ms. drummond’s class, still thinking about it. i didn’t say anything to anyone—I just sat there, and in my head i was like,
my god. i thought you were supposed to be santa. i thought you were supposed to give me gifts. and you left me with nothing.
and i just kind of… fake cried to myself a little. quietly. like a dramatic movie scene no one else knew was happening.
and to top it all off—it was kona ice day. everyone’s outside sipping their colorful shaved ice like life was perfect, and me? i didn’t get any. my mom forgot to give me money, and i’m definitely not responsible enough to remember it myself. so yeah. no kona ice. no sweater. no luck.
so that was my day: willy wonka (but steampunk), santa disappointment, and kona ice heartbreak.
— colt mifflin, reporting live from hces: cold, broke, and emotionally sticky from too much frosting.
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