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The Fall of Shame

“BEIBSSSS!” I called down the hallway as I saw the familiar face standing at the row of lockers. It was the end of the day, and I knew I was probably the last person he wanted to see.  He looked up and greeted me with the expected eye roll that he shot every time he saw me or my best friend, Jackie.  Mike Beiber was Jackie’s older brother’s best friend, and for years Jackie and I had made it our duty to annoy them as much as we possibly could.  They were juniors and we were freshman, and honestly, it was great entertainment, especially because we had nothing more fun to do.  As I walked by we made small conversation and then he tried to shoo me away before any classmates saw him talking to me. I said goodbye as he laughed at me like an older brother laughs at a dumb, immature little sister, and I walked towards the school’s exit.

I pushed open one of the school’s double doors and walked out into the drizzling rain, ready to look for my mom’s car in the front circle.  As I headed towards the steps I looked around but didn’t see her. She was always running late, and I knew that that time would probably be no exception. I was so happy to finally be going home after a long, miserable day that I wasn’t paying attention, and being my clumsy self, the next thing I knew I slipped down three steps into a wet, filthy puddle at the bottom. I tried to compose myself for a minute and then stood up on my ankle that I had twisted, with my backpack dripping from the bottom, daring myself to look down at the damage I could tell I had done to my jeans. As if the fall was not embarrassing enough, the puddle had soaked the right side of my pants the entire length of my leg, and dirt and leaves were sticking to it. I looked around as I attempted to brush the dirt off, but no one else was outside looking or laughing at me, and I figured anyone in their cars or on the other side of the circle probably would not have noticed.  “I’ve been saved”, I thought, and I as I stood there, still waiting for my mom, my humiliation, and with it the red tint of my face, wore off.

Just as I took a sigh of relief and almost giggled at my own clumsiness, the double doors I had walked out of minutes before opened behind me.  Beiber, who I had completely forgotten about, yelled to me, “Hey Morgan! Just wanted to let you know I saw what happened. That’s so embarrassing!”  Hysterically laughing, he closed the door and I watched him shaking his head as he walked in the opposite direction.  For the next five minutes as I impatiently awaited my mom’s arrival, I replayed what happened over and over in my head, becoming more embarrassed each second I thought about it and knowing that Beiber would never let me live that one down. When my mom finally came, I walked to her car relieved. No sooner did I open the door that I heard my mom laughing as she asked “Morgan, what happened to you?”  

Filed by Mr. Hillman at March 27th, 2008 under Humiliations, Embarrassments and Huh?!?