"But mom! They're so geeky! Everybody's gonna laugh at me!" whined Greg.
"Okay, you pick something then. And make sure it's in good taste! I won't have my son wearing granny glasses like that John Lennon character!" said Mrs. Proops.
"These? Are these okay?" Greg asked, putting on a pair of frames that slightly resembled the same ones Buddy Holly used.
"Those look just lovely dear!"
A few days later, Greg got his new glasses. He thought he looked very chic in them and even a little more grown up. The kids at school didn't seem to think so. It all started one Monday morning when Mr. Proops dropped Greg off at school. All the kids in his class were gaping at him. "What're you looking at?" Greg asked. "Do I have a booger?"
Suddenly, the school bully, Herold, yelled out "Hey! Nice glasses four eyes! Ahahahaa!" The whole class started to laugh and point at Greg, him being the only kid with glasses in his class.
"What's so funny about glasses?" Greg asked, not quite following why he was being laughed at.
"You look stupid!" another kid yelled out.
"Settle down class. Settle down." said Ms. Polniczek. "Oh Greg, I see you have new glasses! They make you look just like Buddy Holly!"
"Teacher's pet." the kid that sat next to Greg said.
"You look like a dead guy!" another one said.
That's how the rest of the day went. Everybody teased Greg till school was out. Normally, Greg would have gone to talk with Mrs. Sweeney, the school counselor, but ever since the little incident with Roy Wiggins and his fat issues... well, the kids lost their trust in her. So naturally, Greg did the only thing a slightly over-sensitive eight year-old boy could do; run home and cry to mum.
"Son, I know that you don't like your glasses but you have to get used to them dear. Nobody wants to use glasses but sometimes they have to so they can see." Mrs. Proops said, giving Greg a hug. "You run along now and play and don't let those kids bother you anymore, okay?"
Greg sniffled and sighed and went upstairs to his room. After crying some more and going through the Five Stages of Denial at record speed, he lay down on his bed. "Nobody wants to use glasses... they have to so they can see..." echoed through his mind.
"There has to be something I can do so I don't have to use these anymore," Greg thought. "I know! I'll loose them! I can't wear glasses if I loose them. Greg, you're a... a... a really smart kid! Now how to loose my glasses..."
The family dog, Raffles, bounded in suddenly. She grabbed one of Greg's model airplanes and ran out. Through the window, Greg could see Raffles digging furiously in the back yard and then proceeding in burying the plane. "That's it!" exclaimed Greg. "I'll give my glasses to Raffles! Nobody'll ever find them once she's buried them!”
Greg whistled and Raffles soon ran into his room. “Here Raffles! You know what to do with these.” Greg said as he took off his glasses and put them in Raffles’ mouth. Raffles looked at Greg for a second and then ran out back to bury them. Greg thought this was the time to celebrate so he went into the den to watch cartoons way too close to the screen.
“Greg, where are your glasses?” asked Mrs. Proops, walking into the room about an hour later.
“Lost them I guess,” said Greg, his full attention on the cartoon.
“Oh really?” inquired Mrs. Proops. “Then what are these?” she added, waving a pair of dirt-covered glasses in Greg’s face. “I found Raffles running around out back with these just a few minutes ago.”
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