Jesus Christ. What do I remember about junior high? Well, for me I was a metal mouth, four eyed, flat chested preteen with bad caramel highlights. Personally, I don’t like to relive it. However, I have come to notice that you cannot help but revisit this awkward episodes from junior highs school, whether you like to or not.
Today, woke up. Showered. Put on a grey leggings with lace shirt and blue blazer. Very cute. I was hype. I go down to the cafeteria to eat breakfast. I get breakfast and do a little reading before my classes. Now as I was eating I would get up from my chair to get napkins, spoons, salt, more bread, etc from across the cafeteria. As I would obtain these items I would feel someone staring at my booty. I turned around and yes a couple people, boys and girls were staring at the booty. I mean I was wearing tight grey leggings that probably accentuated the booty. And I would also like to point out that I have a pretty good butt, nothing crazy but nicely bubble shaped butt, at least I would like to think. Whatever, think nothing of it, sit down and eat my omelet of ham, tomato, and cheese.
Next to my table, a girl we will call her Maddy came to sit at the table next to me. We exchange hellos and friendly banter. Me and Maddy work together, however not really close friends. After half an hour and my a half eaten omelet later, I decide to put my plate away and go to the bathroom. As I put my plate away I look back at Maddy and she gives me this uncomfortable look. I mean I think nothing of it, and walk across the cafeteria to go to the bathroom (mind you many people in the cafeteria at this point). When I reach the bathroom, I soon then realize no one was looking at the booty, and understood Maddy’s facial expression.
Damn. Special stains on my grey leggings. Very visible. Very big. I would say as big as two half quarters laying next to each other. Awesome. I will never know how many people actually were paying attention to my grey leggings and my super cute stains. Breathing hard, sweating profusely. I decide to wrap my blazer around my waist to cover the beautiful red artwork on my butt. Walk out. Get my stuff. Go back to my dorm quickly. Before, I left Maddy gave me a smile. She knew what’s up. And probably everyone in that cafeteria knew whats up... or thought I shat in my pants.
Damn. Haven’t done that since… well since this similar event happened when I was in the 7th grade. I still remember it vividly. World studies class. Wearing a brown Roxy sweatshirt with jean skirt. I distinctly remember my friend Laura asking if I sat in ketchup at lunch the period before. I nodded quickly. What a great cover up story in retrospect. I remember this was the first time I ever had my period and bled through my jean skirt. Can I just put out there that this was my 60 dollars abercrombie kids mini skirt. I was forever heart broken and couldn't wear the damn thing ever again.
In my opinion, now that I am 19 years old I should know better than my 13 year old self... obviously not.
In my opinion, now that I am 19 years old I should know better than my 13 year old self... obviously not.
Also, wasn’t expecting my monthly for another two weeks. What the hell. I can’t take being surprise attacked.
