Personal Narrative: Homecoming Stereotypes

The next day, I was surprised to see that homecoming hype had taken full bloom. Hallways were even more out of control than usual, with excited chatter, banners, and red-silver pom poms swishing excitedly. Practically the whole school had participated in crazy hair day, including the faculty. Ms. Stweed even wore her hair in three lopsided pigtails and seemed to be giggling at every turn. I had never realized how much her gums showed when she smiled. Probably because he had never seen her smile before.
In Eastbay homecoming was not just an event, it was a holiday, and out in the hallway, I found myself more herald than ever. He had become the superstar, the poster boy. Cheerleaders posed, snapping photos with him—band members followed him,

We know you are going to do so well and win this game. I know you’ll win for little Jimmy and remind us all what patriotism is all about.”
I stood, feeling slightly uncomfortable as the woman continued to shake his hand.
“Oh, there you are! came an unexpected voice from behind. “We are so glad you did not do anything to change your hair!”
Out from around the corner appeared two homecoming committee members. They grabbed his arms and proceeded to cart him down the hall.
“You have court pictures today!” the boy exclaimed. “All of you on court were supposed to be informed about picture day, but Sylvia forgot!”
“She’s not really that bright,” said the girl. “You give her one small duty, and she forgets!”
“Wait, right now?” I puzzled, looking back at the crazed-eyed mom, whose mouth now hung open as she desperately held out a shaking hand. “Yes, right now, come on!” they said, whipping him around a corner.
“Hey, Jared!”
“Hey, J-man!”
“Big Jared!”
Voices exclaimed as he was forcibly torn through the current of students.
“He doesn’t have time right now,” the girls sang, speeding him through and jerking him into a sharp turn.
Next thing I knew, I was being pushed into a room with flashing, studio lights, blinding his