She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From Maytime and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
My clothes are different; while everyone else is wearing jeans, shorts, and hoodies, I wear skirts, stockings, and headbands.
Every year when its free dress day, at home, I feel confident with what I’m wearing; but when I get to school, and see all what all the other kids are wearing, I feel like curling up into a little ball and hiding away.
Now I am walking into my classroom, staring at all the children dressed like 21 year olds.
When class started, my teacher, Miss. Ripley, brought in a new girl.
Miss.Ripley told us that her name was Jasmine, and she came from a different town.
Jasmine looked different, to all the other girls.
She wore pink stockings, and a yellow polka dot skirt.
She has big green eyes, her hair is bundled up into two ponytails on either side of her head, and placed in her hair is a beautiful dark blue headband, with swirly decorations on it.
I can tell I already like Jasmine, she makes me smile with pleasure.
“Jasmine will sit next to Molly.” Announces Miss. Ripley.
When she says that Jasmine will be sitting next to me, I feel a tingle of excitement in my stomach.
As Jasmine walks towards her seat, the butterflies in my stomach start to sway more vigorously.
“Hello.” Whispers Jasmine to me, her bright eyes beaming.
Jasmine does not seem to mind that she doesn’t dress like all the other kids in the school.
“Hi.” I whisper back shyly.
“I like your skirt, it’s very nice.” She says, pointing to my floral patterned skirt.
I think she is being sarcastic, but when I look at her face, I relies she is not!
She is being honestly nice!
I decide I should compliment her back.
Normally I would struggle to compliment girls in my class, because I never like what they wear, but when I look at Jasmine, I want to say a bajillion things about her!
I like Jasmine, from the way she dresses, to the way her eyes glimmer, I think she is utterly beautiful.
“I like your headband.” I say, hoping she doesn’t think I’m weird.
“Thanks!” She says with a wide, happy grin.
We turn our attention to Miss. Ripley, who is naming French verbs, and I smile to myself.
I have a hair bow, that makes my hair look fabulous.
This may sound confusing, but when I say it makes my hair fabulous, I don’t just mean it is a pretty bow, I mean that it DOES my hair FOR ME.
I just drop the bow on my head, and in a quick few movements, my hair is ready!
It is a very confusing thing, very useful.
Before I bought my bow, I could barely scrape my hair into a decent ponytail!
But now, thanks to my magical bow, I can do anything.
This week, my hair was flawless everyday.
On Monday I had a long braid, going down my back.
On Tuesday, my hair was swept up into a sleek ponytail, and my bangs were kept out of the way with my favourite glittery, rainbow headband.
And on Thursday, I sported a loose bun.
Whenever it’s Friday, I like to have my hair down, and hold up my bangs with a few of my butterfly hair clips.
Normally I wouldn’t wear hair clips while my hair is down, but I started to do it a few weeks ago, when my teacher, Miss. Humphrey said, “Jemima! You look like a criminal with those bangs shielding your eyes! Go get them out of your face, or you’ll be very sorry!”
Miss Humphrey is no fun.
She has no sense of humour, and more then anything she hates hair in people’s eyes.
It is 8:25 in the morning, and I’m supposed to be walking to school, but I have a problem.
When I finished doing my hair, I went to look in the mirror, I was ShOCKED.
My hair was messily scraped into a ponytail, just like I used to do them. This is really bad, I can’t go to school looking like this.
There never seems to be a blend that is just right.
All of the ones I have tried are too creamy, to caramely, too bitter, the list goes on.
But one day, as I was bumbling around the supermarket, trying to remember my shopping list that I had stupidly left at home, I stumbled upon the last kind of a dark brown bag labeled ‘Ground Coffee, The Best Of The Best’.
At first it meant nothing to me, do you know how many times I’ve tasted crummy coffee that says it is the best in the world?
I don’t know why, but I decided that maybe I should give it a try, just to see if I liked it.
I trudged back home in the crisp air.
When I arrived at my small apartment, I shuffled my feet into my worn out slippers, and headed to the kitchen.
When I got to the kitchen, I clumsily made a cup of coffee, and poured it into my favourite pink ceramic mug.
I reached into my cookie jar, and pulled out a plump chocolate chip cookie.
Then I took the coffee and cookie, and sat down.
I lifted the mug to my mouth, and took a sip.
I have to say, it was INCREDIBLE!
It was a small sip, but in that small sip, there was an explosion of different tastes and flavours!
I stood up, my brain confused and happy.
Suddenly, my hands clutched the cup, and started to gulp it down like there was no one watching.
Actually, there was no one watching except for my cat, Lord Fluffy.
And ever since then, I’ve been having a mug of it every day.
Until today.
When I came into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee, I tipped the bag of grounds upside down, but nothing came out!
Again I shook the bag, but still nothing came out!
I looked into the bag, and saw to my horror, that their was no more coffee in the bag!
Still in my pyjamas, I dashed out of my apartment and ran to the supermarket.
When I got their, I was greeted by a young lady who worked at the cash register, but I had no time to chat.
I ran lighting fast to the coffee isle, and found the place were I had bought the coffee last time, but on closer inspection, I noticed a sign that said, ‘Out Of Stock! No More Suppliers! Gone Forever!’
I dropped to my knees and started balling right in the middle of the tile flooring.
Clarity in Muddied Waters 
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