Hate Picture Day

I hate picture day. In fact, if there is one complaint I have towards school, the first idea that comes in mind is picture day. Why must we to have our pictures taken? Does the business strategy attract that much attention? To this day, I still do not fully understand picture day; you get these mysterious bookmarks with red stripes and wait an hour to get a picture taken. Also, I hate having my picture taken. The pictures never come out perfect and believe me- an extra crease truly makes a difference. Of course, most of you people would not be able to empathize… my last name starts with a ‘w’... Picture day this semester is different, I Jason Wong, am taking pictures without having to wait in line; not only does this benefit the couple of people

It was make-up day and I was one of a group of students who either came too late to take pictures collectively or were absent for some mandatory reason. Luckily for me, I was sick that day, which was great because not only do I have legal permission to avoid school and wake up late, but also because ten other people have to deal with the lengthy wait time. I may have not been in the greatest mood, but at the same I was more relaxed and patient probably because I was only expecting a few students to be there. As expected, there were around three to four students forming a straight line, except for one kid… In front of me was a large kid who stood a distance away from the majority. I do not remember if there were any teachers around, but if there were, I am assuming they probably thought he had the same idea or simply put: he is loitering. Due to that conclusion, I walked past him and I hear a quiet and derogatory whisper, “Hey! No cutting!” Hearing the harsh voice, I slowly plant both of my feet behind him. It was a bit different to be in a new elementary school, so I started off a little timid and obedient towards everyone. Also, I only had a quick glimpse of his face, but did I just see him eating small hot dogs?