I woke up that morning

smelling like campfire

smoke.

(what can a teen do for fun when she's broke?)

I put on my

makeup and straightened my

hair.

(so frizzy in the morning, it's just unfair)

Mom and I stopped for a 

doughnut or

two.

(bad choice, the sugar stuck to my teeth like glue)

The photographer

waves and smiles at

me.

(the first thing we did was take pictures by trees)

"Your red hair stands

out with in all the autumn

colors."

(I can't help it, I still prefer summer)

I bit my lip in a

desperate attempt to seem

blasé.

(but I ended up laughing anyway)