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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Washed Away

As I was exiting school I glimpsed a high-school girl wearing a jungle floral book bag just ahead of me. It was a black-lined sketch, forming white tessellations of exotic fauna, blossoms and canopy trees, and was expertly shaded in with vivid hues.

I recalled my friend that had bought last year a similar bag, designed of geometric shapes and the stray arrow or circle. She brought a plastic bag of colorful permanent sharpie markers everyday to school, zipped up in its the front pocket. She asked us to color it, and kids from our cohort were fighting to get a chance to seize a marker. I shaded it during lunch break and even during an assembly. I believe that I put in the most effort of everyone to color within the lines, and the most accurately. Day by day all the blank spots were filled, until the bad resembled a messy blue-green aurora combating a sunset.

Afterwards she let me take markers and make extra patterns on the shapes, so I hatched stripes, and polka dots. Then, she requested me to etch silhouettes of Mickey Mouse. She had a strange affinity with him; a girl drew him paired up with Minnie on her birthday card, along with a caption: “Mickey loves Minnie!” When I questioned her about it she replied it was an inside joke.

When we finished decorating it, it looked sloppier than before; later she privileged us to sign our names with markers. The day I decided to sings mines she left the plastic bag at home. Instead, I scribbled it in the far left corner of one of the straps in pencil. I was surprised when she brought the book bag this year. When she cleaned it I expect my name washed away.

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