This was just a story that came to mind. The ink thing really happened to me. Ugh! It was horrible. I felt so embarrassed, I went home and hid under a rock till my mother called: Dinner!
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Ugh! Talk about embarrassment. I have always known that I couldn’t get through the day without embarrassing myself at least once, but today was worst of all days. Not only did I manage to humiliate myself, I also managed to wreck my high school rep in till I graduate.
In the cafe, I spilt orange soda all over my best friend, Emilie. She was mad, I could tell, but she just said: “Oh, it’s okay Rachael, I have a change of clothes in my locker.” We both know that it was her gym change, so I also ending up ruining her day as well. I mean who wants to sit in smelly gym sweats all day. I am glad that Em is a good friend who doesn't mind my clumsy behavior.
Did I mention yet that I managed to get frog guts all over my cute biology partner? Yes, Madison, the same boy I’ve been crushing on since sixth grade. He seemed not as forgiving as Emilie.
“Gross Rachael, you spilt frog all over me. You’ve got to be the worst bio partner ever,” he exclaimed. The whole class stare past him at me. My face went red. I guess it would be a bad time to ask him on a study date.
In English my pen exploded all over my hands. I didn’t realize that I rubbed my hands all over my face. I think I walked around for about an hour before I figured out that everybody was staring at me. I spent History in the bathroom washing the ink off my face, hands, and clothes. After this I knew that whatever was coming next that it won’t be has bad as the stuff that happened to me already. Or so I thought.
Last block was Trig. “Ah,” I let out a sigh, nothing happen last block in Socials. This could be a good sign. I had this class with Emilie. She walked in, still in the gym sweats. I sank in my seat. I still felt horrible. She sat next to me.
“I hope you don’t have a beverage with you,” she joked, "I'd run out of clothes." I faked a smile, trying to hide my embarrassment. Emilie had a great sense of humour and the intentions to make horrible situations better, but I wish she would let me wallow in my own self pity.
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I am a young author. I love to write stories or about dreams that I've had. I hope this blog will help me express my work to others. Please don't steal or copy anything as yout own.
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I am not a published author, but I still consider myself as an author. I write don't I? Anyway I tend to ramble so I apologize for that. This blog is basically a place where I can express my ideas. Writing has always been a passion of mine and a talent. I think I am born to write. Many people are born to sing, act, dance, or whatever you think you are born to do, I am proud to say I am a true writer. Writing is like breathing for me. I can't live without it. If I couldn't write I would surly suffocate, or worst die. So, I hope you enjoy my stories. I usually write general fiction, but enjoy writing fantasy and romanic. The only thing I don't write is fanfiction. I have no reason to take others characters and ideas when I am perfectly ok with using my imagination to write my own stories.
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