A few days ago, I was listening to the radio and One Direction’s new song “Steal My Girl” came on for the first time ever. I started freaking out and yelling so much that my mom pulled the car over and made me walk the rest of the way to school!
One day in Social Studies, my teacher handed papers out to people, and we had to find the other person that had the same topic. My crush was in the same room and I was kinda of hoping I wouldn’t have the same topic as him because I know I would blush like crazy, so I was looking for the person that had the same as me and everyone I asked said ‘no’. I finally asked my crush what he had and he had the same topic as me, my friends kept making ‘those’ faces at me. Talk about embarrassing! And I was blushing like an idiot. Then he asked me who I liked and I was like ‘no one’ and turned away.
I was getting ready for a shower so I took off all my clothes in my room. I heard the door slam and suspected it was my brother who just came back from playing outside. I don’t care if my brother saw me so I walked to the bathroom butt naked. Half way there I realized that my crush was walking up the stairs to the bathroom. I quickly ran to a room and closed the door. I thought, “Why is my crush here? Did he see me naked?” I breathed in and out and realized I was on the other side of the front door- OUTSIDE! Even worse my brother’s friends were waiting outside for him to come back to play. I screamed and tried to think of this as just a bad dream.
So I was playing soccer with these boys, one of which looked EXACTLY like Harry Styles. I was wearing this strapless dress, which was a little bit too big. Mistake! I was kicking a goal and the goalie (Harry Styles guy) was looking at my chest with really wide eyes and I realized my dress had fallen down! Soooo embarrassing!
So I was at recess one day playing with a rainbow loom and all of the sudden I scream, “AHHH!!!!! I MADE UP A NEW BRACELET!” and for the rest of he day I was on top of the world. People were asking me how I made it left and right. Then, after school, I go up to the class rainbow loom expert and see if she is impressed. (She is really popular and beautiful, and everyone adores her, so it’s awesome if you impress her.) she’s like, “Oh, that one is easy! It’s called the triple single… I see you aren’t good at rainbow loom. Bye-bye whatever your name is!” And she stomps off with her little group of demented boys trailing behind her.