15 minutes of Fame

I am in the Newspaper. Now, I dunno about you Texans, but getting in a cities' paper usually means you're a politician, murdered, child molester or embezzler. Well, I live in a small town and the newspaper usually consists of boring, useless information and today was no exception. 

I walked into school today and this random (I believe his name's John) says to me; "Hey, you looked hot in the paper". I roundd on him. "What??" He explained that I was i the local rag, "posing" as he put it. then I remembered back to last Wednesdays dumbass class. The article had been printed. Throughought the day a number of people commented on my 15 minutes. So Pete and I went to the Newsagents to see what all the fuss was about. "Oh, My, God". I looked like a serial killer about to go on a rampage. An evil, Hannibal-Lecter-type gleam in my eyes. I was afraid. The colour pic was on the top corner of the front page, and then enlarged on Page 3. I was humiliated. But it got worse. When the journo had interviewed me, I had spelled out my name. Well, naturally, she spelled it wrong. And she manipulated my words to make me sound like a wired autistic kid. "The program is great fun. We all get along and I never have to worry what others think". I pictured a spaced-out 8yr old on her first day of school. So embarrassing.