School Pictures
I don’t think anyone will be shocked to learn I don’t want to have my school picture taken on
October 22. No way. No thank you. I stopped letting anyone take pictures of me a while ago. I
guess you could call it a phobia. No, actually, it’s not a phobia. It’s an “aversion,” which is a word I
just learned in Mr. Browne’s class. I have an aversion to having my picture taken. There, I used it in
a sentence.
I thought Mom would try to get me to drop my aversion to having my picture taken for school,
but she didn’t. Unfortunately, while I managed to avoid having the portrait taken, I couldn’t get out
of being part of the class picture. Ugh. The photographer looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon
when he saw me. I’m sure he thought I ruined the picture. I was one of the ones in the front, sitting
down. I didn’t smile, not that anyone could tell if I had.
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