(In my middle school choir class, I’m the quiet overachiever who is bullied quite frequently. I can change my mood in a split second, and can set a mood with just my voice. These girls are making fun of me for still going trick or treating; Halloween is my favorite holiday, and I love dressing up. [Mean Girl #1] decides to get the whole class’s attention just to make fun of me.)
Mean Girl #1: “So, [My Name], what are you dressing up as this year?”
(She says it in a condescending baby voice that makes the rest of the class laugh.)
Mean Girl #2: “You going as a princess? Why aren’t you wearing your costume?”
(I receive more laughs from other students.)
Me: “I am.”
Mean Girl #1: “I don’t see it, princess.”
(I get this dead look on my face, relaxing all the muscles in my face except for my eyes, which I make wide on cue.)
Me: *quoting Wednesday Addams from “The Addams Family” in my spot-on impression* “This is my costume. I’m a homicidal serial killer; they look just like everybody else.”
(The room is silent; you could hear a pin drop. I go back to my work, putting on my happiest face as I scratch away markings on my music with my pencil. Everyone in the class is still staring at me.)
Mean Girl #1: “Are you serious?”
Me: “I’m always in costume.”