That one time when Angie made some T-shirts

>Marco was thinking that this was no coincidence
>There's no way, the day after his mom had put together some t-shirts that said Mr Diaz on one and Mrs Diaz on the other that had "accidentally" come out too small for his parents, that Star would send his clean hoodies and shirts to the moon
>"Star" he moaned in vain, coming onto yet another part of this whole scenario that couldn't possibly be an accident "Can't you just magic them back?"
>"Sorry Marco...the wand is...only half as powerful now?"
>She was definitely making this up as she went along, gleefully wearing the Mrs Diaz shirt
>Looking down at the Mr Diaz shirt, he sweated audibly
>Face red enough to pass as a hoodie, he slipped it over his head and onto his bare chest
>Star skipped happily around the door to his room, urging him to "Hurry up in there, Marco!"
>He didn't want to
>"Please" all his instincts screamed "Please God don't do this"
>
>When he stepped on the bus, staring straight ahead, he feared the worst
>High School was supposed to be full of hate and bullies, right?
>Not Echo Creek, apparently
>There was a collective sigh of relief when everyone had read the front of the shirt
>"Finally! The tension was killing me!" he heard someone half whisper, half say
>The realization hit him like magic-proof glass
>He'd never be able to convince them it wasn't like that!
>'No!' he shouted in his head 'It's just like one of Ferg's Japanese animes!'