Whassup Wednesday

Whassup Wednesday

Anna awoke. A normal day. She packed her backpack, called Karen to meet her at the corner and began her walk to school.

“Whassup?” squeaked a small voice.

“Well, I’ve had the darndest week so far,” said Anna. “I mean, Monday I woke up as a vegetable and yesterday I woke up as a tiny dancer. Today I am quite normal and feel that the day will pass uneventfully.”

“Whassup?” squeaked the small voice.

“On Monday I cured myself by dancing, yesterday someone left cake for me with a note and I ate it and grew right back to my normal size.”

“Whassup?” squeaked the small voice

“I had the best time in class yesterday—I got to jump on people’s heads and muss up their hair. So much hilarity! A great day.”

“Whassup?” squeaked the small voice.

“Hey, wait a minute. Who ARE you? Are you my Wednesday magical creature? Will something amazing happen today? Please tell!”

“Whassup?” squeaked the small voice.

Anna looked down. She noticed that one of the air pockets in her left Nike Air shoe was deflating. Every few steps her shoe squeaked like this: “Whassup.”

Anna called her mom. "Whassup kiddo?" asked her mom. 

"Nothing," said Anna, "just a butt dial." 

"Ok," said Anna's mom, "love you! Gotta go-- I'm late for Pamela's pinochle pool party."

Wednesday was a normal day. Anna ate her meals and went to class and read her books and talked to her friends. It was a good normal day. But, at the end of the evening, Anna sighed. As she fell asleep that night, she hoped that a diamond bedazzled dragon would carry her off to a Parisian Café on Thursday.

6/10/2015