I'm Kind of a Big Deal

As said in the title, at school, I am kind of a big deal. I tend to think of myself as a pretty popular person who everyone loves...by everyone I mean older people, student body, and little kids. I am the school mascot. I like to think of myself as a mini-celebrity to those who either A.) have never been to a high school; B.) Eat dinner around 3:30 in the afternoon; C.) those people who have actually seen the movie "Midgets vs. Mascots" (look it up...it's pretty scary); and D.) my parents. Just like in any lifetime original movie about a high school, people do like to mess with me as the mascot. When I first got this "exclusive" (there weren't even any try-outs...) position, I wanted to keep up my image. By image, I mean the person in the background who did not mean much to the school and never made anything I tried out for. I was hoping that by keeping that massive, hot mascot head on, I could be someone different and still get some respect. Of course, the illusion was completely shattered when at a school rally I tried to "Gangman Style"... my head came off and I was revealed to the world. Just like any rumor, the PTSD I thought I had caused my fellow peers had gone away within a few days. So, I mean, thank god my bright and shiny reputation wasn't tarnished one bit. If it was, my life would just be ruined. A reputation is all a girl has, you know. Enjoy this picture of me sitting helplessly, waiting for someone to open up a classroom so I change out of that massive costume.