It was back-to-school season, and I was going to be in third grade. It was time to buy my school clothes at JCPenney. But we ended up buying only white shirts and no red ones whatsoever, because there weren't any good ones left.
The first day, I wore a white shirt.
Second, white again.
Third, white again.
Fourth, white again.
Fifth day, Mom handed me my red shirt from second grade. I was excited. But she said it was tight, so I had to change my shirt and wear a white one instead. I was saddened.
At school, almost everyone else donned red shirts. I was so sad not to be one of them. I was so envious...
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