Panther Pink

Bleak, dreary clouds floating amongst the sky, the echoing sound of my heels clicking rapidly along the linoleum floor, the dismal sight of students slumped against walls and in desks, filled with boredom and despair at the huge prison-like structure. Calming beige slowly drained the very life and energy from their once active caffeinated hearts. As clearly as a red Crayola crayon on white paper, I could envision my day with monotone hatred, each thing would be the same a usual and every class would be an endless repetition of topics and memorization. It was sure to be an awfully normal school day.
I ruffled through my large bag-like purse, gigantic sequins glittering in the harsh artificial light, huge beams of pink blinding students rushing to their classes in the last escaping minutes of freedom. Every scrap of make-up and every sliver of a pen seemed to have slipped into some unknown crevice of my blinding contraption of a purse. Even my magazine offered no consolation, for the cover was sadly torn in the corner, leaving the glossy picture unfinished and mundane against the scratched lacquer desk before me.
My short Asian friend slumped in her desk, sleep deprived, and conversation-less, even as my planner bounced off of her ruffled hair… She remained immobile. Her hair fell slightly as her head mildly moved, or maybe twitched, a shower of silken strands.
Then he walked through the door, as a king upon his brightly colored balcony, he stepped with a grandeur air. A luminous and holy halo upon his shiny head of raven hair as the fluorescent beams (uniquely combined with glass) sent prisms of color to grandly accent his entire personage while simultaneously accenting his salmon colored shirt.
Quickly I looked down to my own, wonderfully coordinated outfit to discover that I too was adorned in the luxurious color which defined the heavens… The color of PINK. A radiating joy filled me for I knew that this was the beginning of a new era, the era of pink shirted men! I threw down the handles my purse and jumped to my feet, an ecstatic joy rising within me!
“ROBEY!” I cried aloud, the entire class falling silent as they glanced between the two of us, even my sleeping companion managed to pull her head from her desk to look.
“ROBEY YOU’RE IN PINK!”
His head bobbled enthusiastically, as he put his hands on his hips and straighten into a rather little kid/superhero pose, beaming with the utmost joy. He paraded in front of the classroom, turning elegantly at each end of the room and walking like a lion before its pack filled with resounding power and … well… pinkness.
Today, would be the day I would tell my grandchildren of, for today I had influenced a teacher into a better fashion sense and much more coordinating outfit. Today, one of the male teachers at Central High would turn heads and receive many a flaunting comment for today he was wonderfully dressed.