Go Flames Go!
At the behest of my peers at school, I was urged to wear Red for a Flames Day event our school is having tomorrow. Though a mental image of me sporting a Flames jersey, was enough to make me desist immediately, I did not relish another day of jeers and catcalls. Patriotism, I am told, is all about individuality.
In any case, I crept carefully into Supermarket today, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible- a wholly difficult endeavour when wearing my school's uniform- and headed discreetly towards the Flames section. There droves of shirts awaited, folded perfectly, in large piles on a single counter. The largest size, however, would probably seem tight on a 12 year old. I picked up one shirt helplessly, so patently small, wondering what I could possibly due to conform to the rest of society tomorrow.
My twin spoke up at that moment, eyeing the shirts with evident distaste.
"Zeller's maybe?"
We drove, quickly, suddenly enraptured by this quest for Flames accesories. Zellers, true to my brother's suspicion, was a veritable Flames haven-lush red shirts, and flags, lined up, standing proudly in perfect unison. There were sleeping bags emblazoned with the Flames symbols, hats, sunglasses cases and keychains among many. I marched over, ignoring the strange stares as I began to survey the collection. I admit there was a little bit of guilt. Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals, and this is when I choose to buy a Flames T-shirt? Hurridly I selected a shirt blindly, quickly pressing it against myself to ensure the size, then rushed to the counter, and ran out of the shop hiding my purchase in a bag.
Tomorrow, when I saunter (a formidable feat) into school, it will not be with the usually adopted dimunitive attitude of someone who seems to be devoid of any pride in the Flames. I will be sporting my red shirt, the fiery symbol of the Flames upon it, and smiling with the expectant smile that any Flames fan ought to have.
In any case, I crept carefully into Supermarket today, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible- a wholly difficult endeavour when wearing my school's uniform- and headed discreetly towards the Flames section. There droves of shirts awaited, folded perfectly, in large piles on a single counter. The largest size, however, would probably seem tight on a 12 year old. I picked up one shirt helplessly, so patently small, wondering what I could possibly due to conform to the rest of society tomorrow.
My twin spoke up at that moment, eyeing the shirts with evident distaste.
"Zeller's maybe?"
We drove, quickly, suddenly enraptured by this quest for Flames accesories. Zellers, true to my brother's suspicion, was a veritable Flames haven-lush red shirts, and flags, lined up, standing proudly in perfect unison. There were sleeping bags emblazoned with the Flames symbols, hats, sunglasses cases and keychains among many. I marched over, ignoring the strange stares as I began to survey the collection. I admit there was a little bit of guilt. Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals, and this is when I choose to buy a Flames T-shirt? Hurridly I selected a shirt blindly, quickly pressing it against myself to ensure the size, then rushed to the counter, and ran out of the shop hiding my purchase in a bag.
Tomorrow, when I saunter (a formidable feat) into school, it will not be with the usually adopted dimunitive attitude of someone who seems to be devoid of any pride in the Flames. I will be sporting my red shirt, the fiery symbol of the Flames upon it, and smiling with the expectant smile that any Flames fan ought to have.
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