I do my homework too! LDW: Metaphors, Similes and Clichés

Behold the mullet, capping my skull like an orange on a toothpick. Sideburns like the ragged teeth of a jack-o-lantern. Is it a boy? Is it a girl? Only the purple pants give it away, as the little Charlotte works, as busy as a bee. Oh how I miss the third grade. Back before I cared about boys...and obviously my looks.

Enter Charlotte five years later, dressed to the nines for 9th grade homecoming. I have all the promise and eagerness of youth in that smile. My hair is a thick, luxurious blanket, woven with golden threads, long before it went red, and my slightly clenched hands give away my trepidation; I'm a nervous debutante at her first public event, wondering if she'll be welcomed by the 'in' crowd. 9th grade was a jump off a diving board, straight into life's adventure...and my hair was soooo much cooler.

(For an example of a class blog doing the same thing, check out Taylor's here or Christian's here.)