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All Wet – Fred Goodall

A crisp, rainy atmosphere rang in the air around Fred Goodall, who stood expectantly in dress clothes and nice shoes, waiting to board a school bus.

A horde of his classmates surrounded him, chatting excitedly. Fred glanced down at his hands, mindlessly clenching and unclenching his fingers.

Today was the day his senior class planned to leave school grounds for a day…for a field trip.

The occasion had felt too special for Fred to throw on a simple t-shirt. So when he woke up on that particular morning, he spent extra time, making sure he was dressed to the nines.

So far, it had earned him a compliment or two. He shot a smile at one of his friends and trudged up the bus steps.

“Oh, no!”

Fred glanced up and saw one of his teachers pawing through her bag. She sighed. “I forgot the papers.” She let her hand fall, and caught Fred’s eye. “Fred! Will you run back in and get them?”

“Y-yeah, of course!” Fred said, moving back down the aisle.

“Thank you! Hurry, so we can get moving!” she shouted after him.

Imbued with a sense of purpose, Fred jumped off the bus, running towards the school, his target in sight–

–and slipped, head-over-heels, falling hard into a giant muddy puddle.

He lay there, soaking, his dress clothes ruined, his shoes wet and squeaky…and lifted his eyes to look at the door of the school.

He still had to go inside and complete his mission. Seriously?

Using every ounce of strength he had to fight off his massive embarrassment, he picked himself out of the puddle and opened the door to the school, found his way to the papers, and returned to the bus.

The giant yellow monster lurked in front of him, and his chest constricted. Water droplets collected at his wet cuffs and dripped to the ground.

And then, with a sigh, Fred stepped back onto the bus.

The entire class erupted in laughter.

He handed the papers to the teacher and settled back into a seat. And eventually, the day just kind of…blurred away. As time does to so many things.

But the memory of that puddle? Well, it’s still crystal-clear.


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Dressler Parsons

Dressler Parsons spent most of her childhood in an adobe house her father built in rural Arizona. Right now, she's taking so many business and art classes at Barrett, the Honors College at Arizona State University, and plans to graduate in Fall 2016 with a Bachelor of Science in Marketing, and a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Intermedia. And, handily enough, her SAT scores and grades qualified her for ASU's Presidential Scholarship (worth $24,000), as well as the AIMS tuition waiver. She is passionate about showing people their potential for a bright, beautiful future. In her free time, she cooks edible things and knits inedible ones.
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