So's Your Face.
By Victoria
Ah, Ye Olde School Medieval Day. Nothing says I'm a stupendous freak like dressing head to toe in full Medieval raiment on School Medieval Day. So naturally, I was in. I admit, at first I was afraid... Hell, I was ... Petrified (just thinking I could never live without you by my side) - Okay, I can't back that up. I was going to wear the damn dress come hell or high water, and no amount of staring or unfriendly comments from passers by was going to change that. Granted, I wasn't the only one who dressed up. The entire 7th form was supposed to, but since most of the 7th form are stupendous morons (and/or faggots) only a bunch of us did. So now you know the back story to Medieval Day, journey with me through my tale.
No sooner had I awoken, the sweet lyrics of the Medieval Babes danced through my head, "Novai me rouser... And something somthing... Er... La la la dayyyy!" Okay, the lyrics didn't really dance because I have no idea what the lyrics are, but boy howdy the general sounds of the words were dancing up a storm. I leaped out of bed like a prancing liquorice whip, and briskly thought of some comebacks to the insults I was likely to receive. "So's your face!" I shouted like I meant it - yeah, that would do. Grabbing the delicious medieval snacks I had baked the night before, I set off to school.
Walking the corridors of said school, I sound found out the greeting protocol of friends, acquaintances, and everyone else. TRUE friends would smile and greet me, saying something like, "Nice dress." Acquaintances would either smile or frown, with a greeting of "Why am I not surprised?" or "You would." And the ...Others... Ranged from gawking or avoiding eye-contact, to all but jumping into bushes to avoid any awkward banter. Cheeky, yet sophisticated.
In my non-contact period, I decided to help set up the stalls for lunchtime. It was a pretty good time - I was with my peers in stupidity who were also dressed up. I was even mentally chanting "One of us, one of us.." This was all well and fine until Ashleigh said, "Victoria, do you even take history?"
My initial reaction was to reply, "No, I just have a lot of feelings." Then I realised I DID take history, and that comment was like a punch in the face - no, it was worse than that. It was like a slap in the face. Okay, I don't know how that's worse, but it certainly is better. This situation was similar to the time I said something chemistry related to Fang Hua and she asked how I knew, and I said, "Maybe if you took Chemistry last year, you would know as well." To which she replied, "I did take Chemistry, I was in your class and I sat behind you." Behind me - like I ever look there. But back to my original rant - Deciding I was angry about this, I retorted "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
Ashleigh shuffled her feet and replied, "I dunno, you don't seem much like a history person, you seem more like... A science person..." A science person. A SCIENCE person. Why I never! "So's your face," I cursed under my breath. Then quickly recovered by saying, "That's just because I was in your science class in fifth form." See how I did that? I threw in some facts like I remembered how she was in my class so as to make her feel bad about not knowing I took History.
She came up with some weak reply (probably still reeling from the fact I remembered she was in my class) and said, "Yeah, but you were real good at it."
Mental abacus; Victoria: 1, Ashleigh:0.
The whole lunch shabang was good - People in cloaks who were chanting, fortune telling, people using the term "ye olde" as a prefix for everything... Beware men in tights and all that jazz. Life was good as I took a bite of Ye Olde Butterscotch and filmed with Ye Olde Camera.
It wasn't till after lunch I found out Badgeholders'/prefects' photo day was still all go, and that my insanity would be immortalised forever (or at least this year) due to my photo in the main office block at Girls' High. Nevertheless, it was still worth it. And nothing you, the photographer, or the Principle could say (have said) would make me change my mind. So in conclusion:
"SO'S YOUR FACE!"
