Darn it. I can’t fit through the door. Again. Sometimes, being a star can be aggravating. I can’t fit through doors laterally or vertically or go grocery shopping without getting an “Oh my. You are so...oddly configured!”

After doing what looks like contortions, I fit through the window-less, glass door and sit down in on of the chairs in the computer lab. Except when I sit down and try to pull the lever to lower the chair—and avoid ridicule—there’s gum. Not just any kind of gum. Fresh gum. Gooey gum.

This isn’t so great for me because if I don’t adjust the height of my chair, I tower over everyone else. Everyone will make fun of me. So, I have to muster up enough mental strength to pull the lever and lower the chair. Alright, the chair is lowering, but, what is that sound? Everyone turned to face me. I wish I could sink into the floor and disappear from the room.

“Wow, Star. What is that sound? And your height is making me feel weird,” Square said.

“Just hurry up and lower it with that crazy sound already,” Triangle replied.

Now my classmates are being mean. All I want to do is be in peace. Is that too much to ask?

After we leave the computer lab, I set the chair back to the normal height and turn off the computer. My teacher asks us to stand in a single-file line, and we walk forward and out of the computer lab.

I duck my head and squeeze through the door to leave. Of course, my classmates laugh at me.

This isn’t so great for me because if I don’t adjust the height of my chair, I tower over everyone else. Everyone will make fun of me. So, I have to muster up enough mental strength to pull the lever and lower the chair. Alright, the chair is lowering, but, what is that sound? Everyone turned to face me. I wish I could sink into the floor and disappear from the room.

The rest of the day drags on, and three o’clock hits. My dad comes to pick me up from school, and he sees how sad I am. I tell him about what happened earlier today.

“Dad, the other shapes are making fun of me. They laugh when I can’t fit through the door and when I try to lower my chair.”

My dad replies, “First, I’m sorry, son. But you’re a star. Don’t let them dim your light.”

I feel better already. Today was “Bring Your Parent to School Day,” A.K.A. “Show and Tell, Parents Edition,” A.K.A. “Bring Your Parent and Brag About Their Cool Job Day.” My dad had to go to the office, so I couldn’t bring him. But he I wasn’t upset about it because I don’t want to show him off like a zoo animal. I was a little sad, but my dad is still cool, so I’m not as sad anymore. All of my classmates brought one of their parents, and each of them shared about how they are a firefighter, a pilot, the Chief Operating Officer at Bank of America. You know, the fancy stuff.

But, do you know what made me upset? After they shared and everyone was mingling, the parents were being mean! Grown-ups made fun of me! How rude.

Square’s mom to touched one of my points. While doing so, she said,

“Oh! How sharp! Square, don’t get close to him. He’s dangerous.”

“Yeah!” Square replied.

Triangle’s dad said to his son, “Yeah, don’t get too close. His points could hurt your pride and dignity.”

“Mmmhmmm. You should be less pointy, like me,” Triangle added on.

I am no longer having it. I’m fed up with their cowardly behavior. They asked for this.

“Feel. My. Wrath,” I thought. So I let them feel my wrath.

I snapped. I had this urge to be very, very honest, so I told them...

“First, Square’s mom, or whoever you are, you are boring with only two dimensions. All of your sides are the same, which makes you average. You are also speaking for your daughter. She can’t speak for herself? You should have a seat, ma’am.”

“Next, Square. You’re just a basic shape, and you’re a copycat. ‘Yeah!’ is not original. If you want to make fun of me, you should think of some better comments.”

I was on fire now.

“Triangle’s dad, last time I checked, you have points, too. Please look in a mirror next time you try to make me feel bad.”

“Lastly, and certainly leastly, Triangle. Sure, you are less pointy than me. But you also are less interesting,” I nearly screamed.

“My five points are cooler than your three. I have more dimension, more twists and turns, more parts of me that are honestly, more interesting. Also, I just look better.”

Apparently, while I was roasting the parents and kids, my teacher heard. So, she looked at me with angry eyes and sent me to Principal O’Shape’s office.

“Oops,” I mumbled as my teacher shuffled me out of the room.

I heard Square, Triangle, and their parents laughing at me. I tried to tune them out, but I just couldn’t. To get in one last hoorah, I turned around, stared at them straight through the classroom window, and laughed obnoxiously.

They stopped after that, so I turned back around to continue walking to the Principal's office.

When I arrived, Principal O’Shape was already waiting for me at her assistant’s desk towards the front of the office. One thing I can say is that she did not look very thrilled to see me. Her fist was on her hip, lines of stress appeared between her eyebrows, and her nose was scrunched up.

“In my office, Star,” she scolded.

I started walking towards her office when she yelled, “Faster, slow-poke!”

When we get to her office, I sit down in a boring, uncomfortable chair across from her fancy, cushioned, leather chair. You know, the expensive kind with the nice cushioning.

“Star, I am very disappointed in you. Do you know why you are here?” she says calmly.

“I’m sorry I was mean to Square, Triangle, and their parents. I just didn’t want them being mean to me anymore,” I replied.

“No excuses!” Principal O’Shape scolded, before she started chuckling.

“Why are you laughing at me? It isn’t funny…”

In between her laughs, she explained, “I’m laughing because your teacher felt the need to send you here for doing the right thing. Also, your comebacks were so funny. You really hit them where it hurt.”