Ed

I am mortified at the junior high version of myself. I was fearless in my use of melodrama.

I. Was. Horrifying.

Edward Frisbee. First big crush. Sponsor of the singing group I traveled with one summer. I had to get his attention.

Had to.

But social skills were not my strong suite, so I resorted to other tactics. I got sick on the bus.

Not really sick. I just held my breath until my eyes bugged out and things got fuzzy. Then I stood up and staggered backwards. The effect was miraculous. I was immediately escorted to the front of the bus. I knew I would be. And that is where my Mr. Frisbee sat *sigh*.

I sat next to him, ready for Act 2.

When the bus stopped at our hotel, everyone tumbled out. Mr. Frisbee was always last. I stood a little shakily (I was nervous, it was my first performance). I moaned faintly, and pretended to PASS OUT. I landed right in Mr. Frisbee's arms. He picked me up and carried me into the hotel lobby. There was no turning back now so I made sure that my head hung over to one side and my mouth was open, just to make it convincing. He asked if I could walk to my room. I opened my eyes and said faintly "I think so". And stood up only to be overcome again. So he picked me up, brought me into the hotel room and laid me on the bed. I caught one of the lady chaperones rolling her eyes. I stayed in bed the rest of the evening.

Later on Mr. Frisbee brought me an Orange Crush.

Orange Crush?

Really?

Was he trying to make a joke? I didn't drink much of it. All of a sudden I couldn't stand the taste. Still can't stomach it . I think it tastes like how hard it is to grow up.