I was walking in the hallway with a flower in my hand. I had planned to give them to a boy I’ve liked for months, whose name for the sake of this story will be Nick. Got it? Good. Anyway, I had a daisy in my hand for “Nick”, because I knew he liked flowers. I was so nervous about giving these flowers, that sweating was getting all over the dainty thing in less than a matter of seconds. As I’m walking to my locker, guess who I see? There’s little Nicky, who’s waiting at the water fountain just across from my locker. He’s holding a nice bouquet of sunflowers, my favorite. A smile booming in my face, I walk towards him. He says “hi” to me in that cool but effortless way of his. I say “hi” to him back. “Who are the flowers for?” I ask, having my daisy held behind my back. Smiling, he says, “You’ll see.” He waves to someone behind and I look back, thinking it’s a friend of his. But it’s worse than I imagined. It’s (for the sake of the story) Kelly, the captain of the basketball team. I didn’t know she liked sunflowers; she looked more like the rose type. In less than five seconds, they’re smooching like crazy. I’m talking “Titanic” kiss, not “Lady and the Tramp” kiss. It was like watching the movie “Precious” over and over again. The shock got the best of me that I ended up turning the other, bending down, and barfing on someone’s shoes. Little did I know that that person was my math teacher. As I looked up, I saw my teacher, shocked as ever. All I could say was “Those proofs really get to someone’s head, or in this case stomach, don’t you say?” It gets better; I turn around and find that Nick and Kelly had been watching the whole thing the whole time. Not knowing what to do, I run, and boy did I run.
A true school story
February 22, 2010