Mrs. Appleton and Mrs. Johansson have been arguing and negotiating for a week about me and my lack of a proper wardrobe. Of course, I'm not allowed to participate in the discussion at all!!!
There's state money that can be used to make clothes in my size, but only if three different local stores don't have anything for me to wear. Obviously Mrs. Johansson will have to hand over the money, but she's making Mrs. Appleton get a signed statement from every store manager in town that they tried their best to fit me into something and failed.
That means I have to go back into town!!! The same town where people smashed their cars while looking at me!!! The same town where people tried to chase me away with rifles!!! The same town where they shot me with tranquilizer darts and chained me to four lamp posts cuz I was trying to buy seed for my family farm!!!
Mrs. Appleton says I don't have to go right away, cuz it will take a while to warn the police and town government that I'm coming. She swears that this time I won't get shot by anyone, but I'm not so sure.
I don't wanna go!!!
Illustrator Challenge
Artists can create illustrations of me or the events in my life, as long as they are appropriate for my young readers. Any previous post on this blog can be illustrated. If I like an image that goes well with a post on the blog, I may add a small thumbnail version along with credit to the artist and a link to the full-sized image. Images of me posted elsewhere should link back to the "Giant Girl Rampages" blog.
If you want to draw a picture of me, here's what you need to know:
I'm 15 years old and almost (but not quite) 18 feet tall. Mrs. Appleton says I'm very pretty and well proportioned, which I guess is a complement. I'm not super thin or anything but I think I'm in pretty good shape.
I have dirty blonde hair that's kind of wild because I trim it with Pa's old hedge trimmers. My eyes are green as the ocean, as Ma always said, but I wouldn't know because I've never seen an ocean. My skin is tanned from being out in the sun a lot but not too dark and (usually) not burned.
I wear a blouse and skirt-shorts that my mother quilted for me three years ago. They look like a big patchwork cuz she used many squares of fabric and cowhide. I've grown since then, so the skirt-shorts no longer come down to my knees, my blouse is way tight, and there's a bit of skin showing in between. I don't have any shoes (and that makes me sad to think about so I usually don't).
If you do draw my picture, send the link in a comment so I can post it to my blog. Thanks!!!
If you want to draw a picture of me, here's what you need to know:
I'm 15 years old and almost (but not quite) 18 feet tall. Mrs. Appleton says I'm very pretty and well proportioned, which I guess is a complement. I'm not super thin or anything but I think I'm in pretty good shape.
I have dirty blonde hair that's kind of wild because I trim it with Pa's old hedge trimmers. My eyes are green as the ocean, as Ma always said, but I wouldn't know because I've never seen an ocean. My skin is tanned from being out in the sun a lot but not too dark and (usually) not burned.
I wear a blouse and skirt-shorts that my mother quilted for me three years ago. They look like a big patchwork cuz she used many squares of fabric and cowhide. I've grown since then, so the skirt-shorts no longer come down to my knees, my blouse is way tight, and there's a bit of skin showing in between. I don't have any shoes (and that makes me sad to think about so I usually don't).
If you do draw my picture, send the link in a comment so I can post it to my blog. Thanks!!!
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Uh oh, sounds like trouble. Get a bodyguard, or something. Okay, I have no ideas for this one.
ReplyDeleteMe neither.
ReplyDelete=S Awww, that does sound scary. I wonder if the people in this town are too stupid to feel bad about their behavior, especially considering that you don't even want to bother them!
ReplyDeleteTry to remind yourself when you feel scared and unwanted that you are very valuable and deserve being respected like everyone does! And don't be afraid to remind anyone rude that you are only there to get clothing like any person would and that you just want to be left alone and keep some dignity. You are a PERSON and you should be treated like one!
I guess I should introduce myself, now that I have the chance. =) I was going to the first day I found your blog, but I lost internet connection. I read through your story, enjoyed it, and went back and made comments, and I look forward to future posts.
ReplyDeleteI call myself LadyNerd because I’m proud of who I am, and that short name fits me as well as any. I'm a 22 year old college student who will graduate next year (my 5th) with a Bachelors in Psychology and an Art Minor. Since I'm majoring in a science, you can understand why I really like what you've said about Dr. Crisp. I plan to go into Social Work though, which is why I feel sorry for Mrs. J. =)
I've already mentioned a lot of things about myself, including that I'm married! That only happened this past December, and we're very happy together, through arguments, chores, and all. My husband is 27 and he graduated just this month with a Bachelors in History. I'm very proud.
It's really great to meet you, Melly, and I really like your story! I hope to be your friend on this blog in the future!
It's nice to meet you, Ladynerd--and thanks for all the good advice!!!
ReplyDeleteWord to the wise: Be careful with this job. Social Work can be a heartbreaker. By the way Melly, have you heard from Tai lately? I'm wondering what happened to her. She gives good advice, especially since your situations confuse me. Then again, I'm not
ReplyDelete17'10.5".
Maybe Tai went on vacation. I've heard that people do that.
ReplyDeleteWow, I feel like a total loser saying that. Oh well. I hope the Appletons will let you celebrate Independence day. You should plan something with doctor crisp.
ReplyDeleteWell, I sure hope she's on vacation. Either that or she's found another giant girl's blog to read.
ReplyDeleteHeh heh yeah, maybe. You never know nowadays.
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