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!
It was Christmas time and being jolly old me, I brought candy canes for all my friends. It was fourth period where I sat across the aisle from my crush. He suddenly turned to me and asked me for a candy cane. Of course I would play cool and toss him a cane…but being so excited that he asked me for one I accidentally threw it right into his face. He got a pink nose from that, right in time for Christmas. Talk about a Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer!
It was my 16th birthday and I was really excited because that meant I could finally have the sweet 16 that i’ve always wanted. My sister had an awesome sweet 16 at our local country club and ever since that day I knew I wanted mine to be like that. A few days before my party I spent about an hour planning the whole party and I was very happy because my birthday was just around the conner. What I didn’t know was that my parents were planning me a surprise party on my actual birthday which was the day before I wanted my party to be. I was coming home from soccer practice so I decided to take a shower. Apparently while I was in the shower my mom was letting my classmates into my house to surprise me. All of the sudden there was this huge spider and I am terrified of spiders so I screamed as loud as I could. Everyone (including my crush) rushed upstairs to see what all the commotion was. The whole grade saw me in a towel, my hair dripping wet! I’m pretty sure that’s a party no one will forget!
It was the first day of high school- everything was going great. I had gone to homeroom and had gotten a copy of my schedule, which I had actually already memorized. So after homeroom, I went to first period, English honors. I walk in the door and sit down in a random seat- not bothering to read the board. Then I look at the board and realize I’m in the wrong seat. And the girl whose seat I was in was standing right in front of me. I moved with my cheeks tinted pink with slight embarrassment. THAT’S NOT THE WORST. I sat down in my actual seat, noticing that I didn’t see anyone that I recognized- or for that matter- looked like freshman. The teacher comes in and claps her hands with excitement. “Seniors!” She exclaims. I was in a class, with all seniors. I was panicking now. I timidly raise my hand and announce in front of the whole class my embarrassing story. Turns out, the schedule I had gotten in homeroom was my NEW schedule that they had made adjustments too.