Defining Moment: A Short Story

Let me start by saying I’m not the most graceful person to ever walk this Earth. I was never really the most coordinated child. I was always walking into stuff and tripping over my own two feet. I used to think that I would get more coordinated as I got into my teenage years, but I was wrong, so wrong.

My school was having this stupid game night thing and I had nothing better to do with my Friday night so I figured I would go. It started out just as I thought it would, very boring, most of the people there were annoying little middle schoolers. I could not wait till I could get out of that hell hole and go back to the comfort of my home and watch Netflix. Early on in this boring game night we all had to go outside and play this stupid game

Right when I got in there and looked at myself in the mirror I started crying. I had a big gash on my left eyebrow and was potentially miss part of it, and prom was in a week.

I looked up at Mara tears running down my face “Mara what about prom, look at my eyebrow! It's not going to grow back by prom, oh my god what if it never grows back? What if I’m missing part of my eyebrow for my whole life?”

“Don’t worry your eyebrow will probably grow back, and we should go see Cory so he can make sure you don't have a concussion.”

So then I ended up stuck sitting by Captain Cory having to answer a bunch of stupid questions while I waited for my parents to arrive which made me even more upset.

“What did you have for breakfast” Cory asked me for what I swear was the fifth time.

“For the twelfth time I had cookies, but none of the people here were around, I could just be lying to you right now, so this question is irrelevant!” I shouted as I cried uncontrollably.

“Why are you crying,” he asked me calmly.

“I don’t know! Stop yelling at me!”

“I’m not yelling at

Like Rebeca? Really? It’s even a sluty name! You know what maybe I’ll just ask someone to prom right now, no one can say no to a concussed girl, right?”

Just then Quenten walked by and I shouted, “hey Q wanna go to prom with me!” he didn’t even say anything, or even stop, he just kept walking.

My parents finally arrived after what felt like forever. My mother ran up at hugged me, I looked up at her and exclaimed “get off of me you smell like an ash tray.”

My parents and Karanda took me outside and were trying to get me in the car but I was not really cooperating. I was walking around the parking lot yelling about how Q just walked away and “how I’m going to go back inside and get a damn answer.” And then I dropped my water bottle and started crying, I didn’t even make any effort to pick it up I just stood there crying and looking at it.

Finally they were able to get me in the car and I sat in the front seat, I grabbed the AUX cord and plugged my phone in. I am pretty sure everyone in the car was very irritated because all I played for the whole way to the hospital was Disney music and I sang along very load and