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What does that even say? Is that a 6 or an 8? Geez, I really need glasses. I raise my hand. “Mr. Phillip, may I please sit closer to the board?” He looks at me and gives a small pathetic sigh. ‘Huh.’ I roll my eyes. “Crystal, I’m sorry but no. You’ve asked me this question before, and don’t think I can’t see your motives. I know you just want to sit by your little friend, Kendall. So please stay where you are. And do NOT roll your eyes at me.” Finally the bell rings after 45 long excruciating minutes of boring math class. I hate math, it’s so boring, and not mention, the unpleasant Mr. Phillip teaches it. He hates me. Why? I don’t know why, that really is the million dollar question, isn’t it? But he should like me, I’m actually really good …show more content…

We walk through the glass doors and are standing inside the ugliest decorated room I’ve ever seen. Cat pee yellow carpet, booger green walls covered with pictures made with finger paints, and chairs that have cheetah prints, zebra prints, and even polka dots! Oh my gosh, this room really needs some work done. The receptionist checks us in, and let me tell you, she looks like she lives in this room. Her outfit is atrocious. Black flats, frizzy blonde hair, a lime green turtleneck with a polka dotted vest, and even a striped black and white skirt! And just to top it off, bright pink lipstick on her two front teeth. The doctor calls us back, “Crystal?” We walk back with the doctor, oh man, this lady looks even worse than the receptionist! She looks like a clown from the circus without a big red nose. She’s wearing a coat covered in glimmering sequins, striped pants of many colors, shoes too big for her feet, I’d assume, because she keeps knocking things over, and even a sparkly shirt. Oh, and her makeup is interesting, blue eyeshadow, bright red lipstick, and even blush. Way too much …show more content…

These are personally my favorite choice for you, and the only one’s in your prescription level!” I don’t know what to say. I hate these glasses, but I really would hate to hurt her feelings. But what about everyone at school. What will they think? “Well they definitely are different!” She looks at me smiling big and holding them out for me to try on. I take them and try them on. I slip them over my ears and onto the bridge of my nose. Wow! These are amazing, I can see perfectly now. “I think they’re great! I’ll get them.” We go up to the front desk again, and pay $75 with our credit card for the glasses and we’re out of there! They give me the black case to keep my glasses and some spray and a little wipe to go along with tit to clean off my glasses lens. “So, mom. What do you think of my new glasses?” She looks at me as she starts the car, then looks up at my glasses. She suppresses a smile and says, “Well if you can see the boards at school, then I love them!” A flash of bright red flashes before my eyes with a small beeping noise, beep beep! Hm, what in the world was that? “Ah! Mom, did you just see that?” “See what

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