"It's Fall Again", a short story by Drew Mantia

It's Wednesday at 8:30 AM. Julie wakes up in her dorm room bed, angered by the light that has found its way through the blinds to her eyes. Her roommate, Sarah, is also waking up at this time, not as much upset by the light as her stomach is upset. "Damn I'm hungover," says Julie. "Yeah", replied Sarah, "I think I took like 15 shots last night."

Julie has to get  across campus by 9 AM to begin her day of studying education- she wants to be a school teacher. Feeling too hung over for breakfast, Julie vomits one more time, slides on her UGG boots and heads out the door, sparking her first cigarette the moment she reaches the outside. It's that time of year again. The warmth has slowly died and the cold has crept in. At this very moment the college girls across the nation are sliding on their UGG boots and lighting up their cigarettes for their trek to class. Julie is not alone in this moment. Not on her campus, not in the whole U.S. 

As Julie walks, several male passersby catch the site of her.
Some think,
"Hmm, I could use a cigarette too."
Others think,
"I'd hit that."
Others decide,
"Man, Julie needs to lay off the drinking and late night Taco Bell. She's slipping. . .but I'd hit it. No, she needs to get on a diet or treadmill or something. . .I guess I'd still hit it "
But the majority in their minds think-
"Goddamn those boots are ugly."

. . .and right they were. Her boots were hideous. Some even wondered if UGG is short for UGG-LY. All they knew for certain was had they saw Julie's feet alone, they would have confused her for an Eskimo. A tacky Eskimo.

THE END