How A Dinosaur Killed My Love Life!

I was pumped to be going on a class field trip to the Museum of Natural History last week for two huge reasons. No. 1: Field trip = no class! Freedom! No. 2: My crush, Darren, was assigned to my bus.

I sat right in front of Darren, then faked a reason to turn and yell at someone behind him to start a conversation. After a few basic "hi's" we talked about how excited we were for the trip. It was so cool that he could relate to me on that level! When we got to the museum, he even said that, "Maybe we'll get to chat on the ride back." Um, yes!

We went inside and were led around to various exhibits, but I was really excited for the dinosaur one. We were warned not to touch anything, but as we got into the exhibit a little, I couldn't help myself — it was a T-Rex, after all!

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she said. "Follow the rules!" I blushed so hard as everyone snickered at me — even Darren was shaking his head! They even called security to take me outside. Nightmare! I had to sit the rest of the trip out in the cold.

Even worse? Darren didn’t even talk to me on the way home. Now my chances with him are officially extinct.