Who knows how they begin...or why they grow...or how to put a stop to them once they're there; bad moods have a mind of their own, and on this particular Tuesday morning, Nina Gina November Nelson, felt off!
Her mind raced. Her limbs twitched and fidgeted wildly. She found herself forgetting to blink. She instantly regretted negative, snappy, sarcastic comments launched at her family members, after she had said them. She muted her temper at school to avoid conflict, which just led to tripping over everything in site, and blanking when Ms. Kaleidoscope called upon her in class.
"I don't know the square root of whatever...and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't eat this root, even if it were square, triangular, or shaped-like my Aunt Susan's behind."
At recess, she hid in the big tires on the playground for the sake of sitting somewhere silent...but no matter, it didn't work! She now knew where the boys emptied their bladders when no one was looking...she just wished it hadn't accidentally been in the place she'd hoped to hide in peace.
Her favorite teacher found her sitting outside the classroom door with her head in her hands, and so graciously offered her her hoodie...but once Nina Gina November Nelson slipped her second arm through the second sleeve and went to zip the zipper all the way up...the zipper got stuck a third of an inch past her belly-button.
For a lack of a better way to put it...all hell broke loose, on that Tuesday afternoon, and Nina never could recall just where her manners went at that very moment.
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