~Hides in a corner for eternity~
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One day in fourth grade I wasn't feeling well before school, but my dad's rule was: "Unless you're bleeding or puking, you're going to school." We were playing volleyball in gym class, and my crush was right behind me. What I thought was just tummy rumbling turned out to be poop. I pooped my WHITE pants right in front of my crush, and he yelled out: "Ew, did you poop?" I ran to the bathroom to clean myself off and, of course, several girls walked in while I was standing there in my underwear. I made up a story about my mom spilling coffee on them and I just noticed. I was too embarrassed to walk into the nurse's office to call my dad to ask him to take me home because I crapped myself. So, I went back to class and sat in my poop pants the rest of the day. BEST. DAY. EVER.
The first crush I had was in the fourth grade. One afternoon we were lined up next to each other at recess. I was wearing my favorite tank top that day and wanted to show it off to get his attention. This meant I needed to take my sweater off. Well, in doing so, my shirt got stuck to my sweater, and my training bra was in the wash that day. I was known as "The Flasher" for the rest of the year and he never spoke to me again.
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