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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Embarrassed (07/19/07)

TITLE: Bad Hair Day
By Jennifer Wetter


Paige’s Private Thoughts
(Nick-you’d better not read this, if you do just remember what happened to your last G.I.Joe).

Dear Diary:

Oh the agony, oh the angst, oh the humiliation, oh the horror and oh the trauma. My mom I would say I was being a complete drama queen but I bet she’s never had a day as bad as mine. Although I am certainly not looking to publish a New York Times bestseller any time soon, my mom says I have an imagination to write a hundred bestsellers.

Somehow this morning I managed to sleep through my alarm clock by over forty minutes. When I finally realized what time it was I screamed wondering why my mom had not woken me up like she normally does. It occurred to me that her and my father was celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary in Maui. But alas here I stand a prisoner in my own home, the unfairness and the injustice. Well anyway after I slept through my alarm clock I also managed to sleep through the passing of the great yellow school bus. I also managed to miss breakfast but at least it wasn’t raining outside so I’d be okay during my walk to school. But as soon as I stepped out the door and walk down the block, the rain began it’s descendent on the sidewalk, on the roofs and all over me. I was soaked, angry and sure God was mocking me. I managed to arrive at school in enough time to receive a week’s worth of dentition. Like I tried to explain, I was just having really bad day but of course no one believed my excuses. I arrived to homeroom soaked, smelling like a wet dog and eyes reminiscent of a raccoon. Upon entering the classroom eruption of laughter burst forth like a Beethoven symphony.

During my next class period I was assigned to give an oral report, well needless to say I never gave the report. I was nervous and well those nerves decided to make themselves known, needless to say at least I made it to the restroom before anything happened. As I walked to my Math class, it dawned on me today was our midterm and I hadn’t studied. I tried to explain my actions to my teacher she wouldn’t listen so I managed to turn in a completely blank test. At lunch I prayed for some relief for this embarrassment instead God just heaped on more burning coals. I managed to slip in a puddle of water and was kindly attacked by my lunch. The entire cafeteria exploded with laughter at least I was able to escape with some dignity. I spent the rest of my lunch hidden in a bathroom stall. For English we’re required to act Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. I was paired with Justin, the cutest boy in school everything was great until our kissing scene. We were learning into kiss and out of nowhere a large belch evades from my mouth along with the words “bad breathe” and “mouthwash” from Justin.

My teenage existence was over; I would never show my face in public again. The final bell of the day rang and my pathetic legs couldn’t carry me out of that building fast enough. I ran past the bus and the entire way home. My younger brother, Nick was in the kitchen when I arrived home. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me so the entire glass of milk he was drinking on his head. I was spending the next hundred years under the sheets, praying no one would ever find me. Unfortunately about an hour later my hibernation was rudely interrupted by Nick. He muttered, “Some cute guy’s here to see you.” How would Nick know what a cute guy looked like? Then it dawned on me that I’d invited new our next door neighbor to our youth group tonight.

Jesse, the next door neighbor, looked at me, “Bad day, huh?”
I nodded and began crying on his shoulder. He whispered, “Why don’t you tell me about it?” So I did. I learned that even Jesus had bad days like when he was abandoned in the Garden of Gesthmene, denied by the Apostle Peter and crucified to silence of heaven.

I whispered, “Thanks for understanding, Lord. Forgive for the accusations earlier.”
And did I mention our new next door neighbor was my age, totally cute and so totally available.

XOXO Paige

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Dee Yoder 07/28/07
This is a cute teen story. How embarrassing, indeed! Many teens would cringe and then relate to your story.
Colin Swann07/30/07
I don't think I could have coped with this sort of embarrassment. Thanks for sharing.
Delores Baber07/30/07
A well written story. Drama queens are usually still in school. It was very believable and I'm sure reminded many readers of their teenage experienced. Good job!