Worst Permit Picture EVER

Worst Permit Picture EVER

                Some girls have all the luck.

                I, Emmie Saige, not so much. Whenever anything good happens it is always followed by something embarrassing. Take the time I got my learners permit for example.

                Early, Thursday morning I got dressed in my favorite purple shirt and went down to the DMV with my mom. I had studied the book really hard, and taken lots of practice tests. Nothing could actually prepare this fifteen and a half year old for what was about to happen. When we got there, we went to the front desk. They were re-painting so the usually crowded DMV was packed tight. After getting a number we waited around awhile. By the time my number was called I had re-read the book twice and was getting very anxious. When my number was called I went and talked to an employee who said he would set up the test. All I had to do was walk into the test room, find computer three, and enter the code he gave me.

                Walking over to the test room, I passed a wall that was being re-painted. I hurried past a painter on a ladder. He painted with big smooth strokes, occasionally dipping the roller in a paint bucket also on his ladder.

                Once in the room I had to walk around to every computer to find computer three. I plopped down on the chair in front of the computer and almost slipped out. During the test my palms were sweaty, but I managed to get most of the questions right. When I finished it gave me a screen saying “Congratulations!” I had just passed the permit test. I was ecstatic.

                I bounded out of the room, excited to take my picture, get the card, and start driving. When I walked back past the guy painting this time he was standing next to the ladder. I must not have been paying attention because when I walked by I bumped into his ladder, knocking the paint can over. I was covered in paint. It streamed down my hair just missing my eyes and mouth but got all over my favorite purple shirt.

                On the driver permit my picture was the most embarrassing thing ever. My brown hair with pink highlights was completely green. It wasn’t even a pretty green. It was that mucky light green, that’s used in government buildings. My shirt was also ruined; Mom made me throw it away.

                So next time you get a horrible ID picture just be glad you didn’t get covered in paint.

*Author’s note. This is a fictional story. I don’t actually know of anyone who this has happened to. Also this story was intended to be funny, so if it isn’t, I need to work on my situational comedy. Sorry.

Fairy Troubled: A GIrl Power Adventure Part 3

Elina was out for hours.

She awoke early the following morning, before sunrise. At first she was startled to find herself in the dark. After she using her powers for a little light she was surprised to find herself in a hospital bed hooked up to several machines, with an iv in her arm just above a cast. Reminded of a movie where the hero ended up in a similar predicament, she looked for her medical charts. She was in luck as a doctor had actually left them on the tiny table next to her bed. She opened them; the first thing she looked for was the patient's name.    

“Jane Doe," it read. Reading father she noticed the doctors had guessed her age as between thirteen and sixteen years. She continued to the diagnosis; left arm broken in two places, and a head trauma that had caused her to loose consciousness, they didn't find any brain damage. They would keep her under observation, at least until her family could be found.

            Elina was uncertain what to do. No one knew where she was. She didn't actually know where she was, but if she was going to make a run for it she'd only have seconds after removing the monitors. She used her good arm and ripped out the IV. Heating up her left arm, she disintegrated off the plaster cast. She winced at the tremendous pain shooting through her arm up her spine. The IV must have at least been a pain killer. She was still in full fairy attire, a hospital gown had simply been thrown over it. She thought she could fly out the window, but she didn't know if she could get out before someone came in. She decided her best chance was to walk out the front door, as if nothing had happened, or better yet like she was there only to cause trouble. She transformed into her normal attire and ripped of the monitors. She stepped out of bed and found her skateboard lying on the floor next to the bed. "That's odd," she thought and picked it up.

            She ran out the door, then causally walked to the stairs. By the stairs someone saw her and called out, "Miss what are you doing here?" So she took off, running for the stairs. She heard commotion coming from her room, as the nurse on duty found Jane Doe had disappeared.

Elina was down in the patient visiting area when she spotted a cart with miscellaneous medical supplies. She quickly spotted what she wanted. Walking by on the right she snatched a roll of bandages used for wrapping sprains. Then she left the hospital. She shoved the bandages in her pocket and skateboarded away.

Outside Elina, greeted only by orange streaks in the sky, knew it would be a long day.