Today’s writing challenge response comes from Sawyer Linderman. 

Sawyer took the challenge from our December 2018 Ink Splat. The challenge said:

Awkward moments often make for excellent stories. For instance, Naomi, our founder, remembers when she read the line “c’est la vie” in front of her 7th grade acting class, only to discover the french phrase wasn’t pronounced “sa-est la vee-yay.” Amidst giggles and general hilarity from the class, a couple loyal friends came to her rescue and saved her from utter humiliation.

How about you? Turn an awkward moment in to a scene for us.

By Sawyer Linderman
I walked out of the classroom, I didn’t feel in the mood to listen to the teacher.  I had for so long!  It was like the teachers in Charlie Brown.  I never thought anything about going into the girls bathroom or the boys. It was automatic to go to the girls. I am a girl.  I love gossip and laughter, to me I was a typical girl. Not a girl that looked like a boy. I wore dresses and had my ears pierced, typical girl things.  Except for one thing.  My hair was short.  No matter how girly I tried to be, people would still mistake me for a boy.  Stupid hair, I tell you, I sound like a girl, I dress like a girl, and I think I look like a girl.  Trust me I’m not kidding.  
So, I hopped down the stairs looking at all the younger grades windows.  Kids were outside working on projects.  I hardly looked at the sign that said girls, I knew it automatically.  When I walked in, there were two younger girls. Probably in first grade or kindergarten. I didn’t think much of it really. I said my hellos and went to the bathroom.  
As I began to leave the other girls walked out behind me.  One of the girls spoke up, “Why did that boy go in the girls bathroom?”  I stopped.  My heart practically skipped a beat.  I felt like I wanted to yell and scream.  I wanted to tell her how wrong she was and that I go into the girls bathroom because I belong there too.  I wanted to tell her to keep her little kindergarten mouth shut.  But something inside me stopped.  I don’t know if it was that the girl was so young, or that I would get in worse trouble than her.  I really wanted to scream but I kept my cool, holding back the tears and anger. My voice cracked as a I said, “I’m in the girls bathroom because I’m a girl!” 
The girl looked at me as if I was joking.  Her face was half smiling half feeling bad.  But I wasn’t smiling, I was holding back tears and screaming, my face was like stone.  After what felt like forever, it was probably only a minute.  One of the girls grabbed her friend’s hand and ran off.  I stood there for a minute or two, overwhelmed with well, I guess everything.  The fact that I would have to go back to math class, knowing people would question me about my gender,  it was hard to even believe.  I looked from the girls restroom to the boys then back and forth again.  I’m a girl I whispered under my breath.  I nodded as though satisfied with myself.  I turned and walk up the stairs and back into the Charlie Brown classroom.

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