You're never alone.
Just kidding!
Or am I?
I am a clumsy person. Not overly clumsy where I trip over every little rock on the ground but clumsy enough to make a scene. It has its ups and downs and, being the shy person I am, it was mostly downs for me.
One summer day, when I was 14 or 15, I fell over a total of four times throughout the day. It really was an unforgettable day.
- The first fall was on the way school. There was a branch on the footpath and good old me thought that I could simply step over it. I thought wrong.
- First is the worst and second's the best? No. I was running up the stairs (I think you know where this is going) and I accidentally tried to take two steps instead of one like a normal person and earned myself a pretty neat bruise. It was light green then turned into a mean purple.
- I was in the bus for this third one, sitting on my knees because I was talking to my friend behind me. The bus went around the round-about and I lost my balance and fell... On a really cute guy's leg... Yep, brownie points for me. Well at least I got his number. Third time is really a charm.
- And finally, I was crossing the road, in front of many, many cars, might I add. I was so close, SO CLOSE to making it. But no. As I stepped off the road, I lose my balance and fall. In front of everyone.
As I said, I will never forget that day and the fact that I was wearing my hideous uniform only made it worse.
Like always, thanks for reading!
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