GENRE: MG Magical Realism
The best day of my life and I can't believe I'm wearing smiley face pajamas.
Crap. They're gonna take one look, turn me around, and lead me back through wherever the heck we are, to my house. The army pants would have been much cooler.
Man. I mean camouflage. You can't go wrong with camouflage. No one would make fun of me for camouflage.
I left the window open like every other guy my age this whole week, hoping they'd pick me. It's Friday. I gave up. Figured they'd get me next year or the year after or whenever or never, maybe. But no, they waited until the last day. Waited until my mom took the cool pj's to wash and doomed me with these bright yellow stinking pants with every type of smiley you could imagine.
I sighed. Of course, I can't even tell if anyone's laughing right now. Everything seems so far away with the ear plugs they planted in my ears. Sound is muffled, like when you put your ear up next to a seashell. The blindfold covering them doesn't help either.
So, just to recap here for everybody, I can't hear or see. But I can smell. It's not pleasant. Something tells me we're in the forest. The smell reminds me of the mud pies I used to make when I was younger. Alright, alright, it was last year. You knew I was wearing smiley face pajamas, did you even have to guess?