... Carly, a whole bunch of girls surrounded me (a lot like when I first went to school after that taco truck hit me). They were all staring at me admiringly. The girls kept asking me questions at the same time. "One at a time!" I commanded loud enough that all the girls could hear me but not so loud that I would get in trouble.
"Was that your first time yesterday?"
"Did you like doing it?"
"Were you nervous about doing that…thing yesterday?"
"Do you think I'm cute?" Okay, that was the one that squealed a lot yesterday and she was pretty cute….
I answered each girl in the order they asked me, "Yes, a little, a little, and a little." The 4th girl (the one that squeals) squealed at the last answer. Carly looked a little depressed when I said a little to the 4th question. (Don't worry Carly's just a bit jealous. This is not gonna be Creddie story!)
"Did you plan the way you did it or did you make it up as you went?" Great more questions….
"Were you dared to do it or did you just randomly want to do it?"
"Do you like Sam?" WHAT? That was… random.
"Make it up, I lost a bet with Sam to do it, and NO I HATE her! Why would you even ask that?" Mr. Stern walked up to me and said,
"Quiet!" Darn it I didn't want to be that loud! "Now get to class, all of you, now!...