A Moment in Time

Disclaimer: Names have been changed~! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

Sitting in a carpeted gym that doubles as the auditorium, I remember sitting on my side and smoothing out the skirt of my very favorite outfit. Becca is sitting next to me [April beside her] and I have to remind myself not to mess with her because we're here for an important occasion. It's the last day of school. Still, I can't help but fidget. I wiggle my toes and look at my beloved shoes. The fake wood soles lift me at least a whole two inches higher off the ground. It's as close as a heel as I can get, and it was not until years later that I learned that I was wearing platforms. The pink strap that covers a third of my foot sparkles and I can hear Becca giggling quietly so I know that she's watching me. I can't help but smile as I turn and try to shush her. The look on my fave only makes her giggle more so I take off my pink cardigan and give it to her. Instantly she stops and starts messing with it, not interested in the principle talking. I don't mind giving it to her because I'm feeling a little hot anyway and like the feeling of the air on my bare arms. Hehe, bear arms. I jump a little when I realize that I had started giggling and Becca is watching me again. We stare at each other for a moment before smiling. Becca goes back to messing with my cardigan and I smooth out my skirt again. Every time I do I feel a surge of love for these clothes. This is my most special, girlish, fanciest, and pinkest outfit that I own and I just love it. I love the sleeves that aren't sleeves because they caver all of my shoulders but none of my arms. I love the collar because the little circle just barely shows my collar bone and it makes me feel more mature. I love the large flower print in all its pinkness that covers the shirt and skirt. I love the inch of fancy lace that makes the skirt knee length. I love how pink the whole outfit looks! Plus, it always seems like my legs grow between the first and last day of school and while I grow out of my other clothes, this always fits. I wonder how much longer this speech thing is going to last when I hear April start giggling, which is very unlike her. Usually she stays silent, unless one of us does something funny. Sure enough, Becca has put my cardigan on top of her very curly hair and it looks so silly! I have to stifle my own laughter as I shush April and take my cardigan back. I decide that I'm cold now anyway so I put it back on before smoothing my skirt out once more, feeling the bumps in the lace, as I turn my attention back to my toes.