"Who's laughing now?"

In unit 2 for the Stories class, which is called Lessons, the class learned about the many lessons that stories carry. We learned that these type of stories are called fables. Throughout the class, we read many different fables and tried to figure out the morals that they hold. For our second unit action project, we were assigned to write our own fable, choosing a moral that is personally important. I decided to write about a blue-tailed skink, who has a hard time adjusting, and getting along with her peers, because of the way she looks. We were also assigned to illustrate our main character in the story. At first I had a hard time thinking about an animal I can use to send out the message of my moral, but with a little help from my teacher I was able to choose a unique and perfect animal. It also took me awhile to come up with a moral that I find important, but once I chose my animal, a moral that I care about came easily to me. The purpose of this project was to give us a chance to send out a message while still making it entertaining to read about. I’m proud that I chose a moral that is important to me, and how I chose an animal that is unique, which can be harder at times. I enjoyed reading the different fables we went through in this unit, and figuring out the morals they hold. It was also fun getting to hear how my classmates interpreted the stories, because some were different from the way I saw it. Thanks to this project, I now enjoy reading fables, and know what the essential parts are, in order to write a fable.

 
Aqua, a blue-tailed skink ,was a very clever, but introverted girl. She was named for the color of her tail, a bright, yet soothing blue. It’s something she should flaunt, but since it stood out so much , she would get stares and dirty looks. So when she moved to Baja, California, she had a rough time adjusting. Aqua is not very social for a 16 year old - something she was okay with - but she wanted some excitement. I want to have fun this summer, she thought, as she looked in the mirror. When she went downstairs to the living room where her mom was sitting, she told her what she wanted to do about herself. “Well ,why don’t you go to Camp Reptilia?” her mom suggested, “It’ll give you many opportunities to break out of your shell.”

Aqua mumbled to herself in a sarcastic tone, “that sounds like a perfect idea, except that I’ll look like a freak with a small body, yet flashy tail, next to all the big, mean looking western chuckwallas.” Baja, California is heavily populated with western chuckwallas,something that Aqua was afraid of, because they’re not the friendliest of reptiles. Aqua went to her room to seriously think about it. Her mom could even tell she was considering the idea, so she printed out an ad for the camp, and slid it under Aqua’s door. It was a basic, cheesy ad cover, with western chuckwallas laughing while planting some flowers. The fake cover, matched their fake, “welcoming”, personalities. 

After hours of debating, she finally made up her mind. “I’m going to go!” she shouted to her mom. Her mom crawled her way towards Aqua with a huge hug. “I’m so proud of you!” her mom exclaimed.

RD. Blue tailed skink. Photography. 2014

The next week was chaotic, while preparing for camp. The next thing Aqua knew, she was in front of Camp Reptilia. Nervous and excited, she stood there with her bags, already feeling unwelcomed by the western chuckwallas passing by. ”I got this!” she thought to herself, letting them pass by, while she had a sassy, but nervous smirk on her face. There weren’t any blue-tailed skinks in the camp, so she was alone.  Aqua was used to being alone, so she enjoyed having her own company.But of course she still wanted to have fun because that was the point of joining camp. The only problem is that everyone seemed the same to her. All they do is sit and talk about pointless subjects, and make fun of others. Aqua  crawled by and heard nothing but whispers, laughs, and see the smirks of the others. But she still didn’t understand why.Her tail protected her, and she thought it was a nice color, in fact she loved it. Her tail is what made her Aqua. It was just the selfish thought of being laughed at and judged that bothered her.

Her mind got so stuck on the thought of being like the others, that she bought a skirt that would cover her tail. But of course this time she gets more stares. Even she knew that she looked foolish. Aqua crawled back to her room with no luck of socializing with someone interesting. She was just about to watch some TV when all of the sudden she heard some screams. Startled, she quickly crawled outside and saw that the rival camp, Camp Snake, had barged in. All the western chuckwallas ran as fast as they could hiding , and letting out cries, like chickens. They weren’t laughing, or making fun now. When a snake saw Aqua, he was determined to eat her. “Sorry, but no way!” Aqua yelled. She didn’t scream or cry. She simply used her unique power of being able to pop her tail off. The snake was so surprised and mesmerized, that he just sat there not knowing what to do next. Aqua was feeling proud, because that’s exactly what she expected from the snake. It was almost silent, she could still hear some sobbing from the western chuckwallas, while they were all staring at her. They were envious of her t escape. As they were sitting there feeling salty and embarrassed, they were thinking about all the times they had made fun of her for her tail, and for the times they would give her an uneasy time when she was trying to get to know them. “Who’s laughing now?” she asked, as she casually crawled back to her dorm.

RD. Western Chuckwalla. Photography. 2014