the diaries of a pubescent boy

back to myself

I rest my head down on the table, about to sleep as per normal. Jason Loh walks over to apologise, but when I look up at him, he turns back to his own seat instantly. This is good.

Just then, Amy walks in to class. I look at her to see what her reaction to my fake pimples will be. She doesn't do anything, and it gives me deja vu to back when I became buff.

So, just to be sure, I walk up to her and tap her on her shoulder. She turns around, looks at me, and then reels back in shock.

"The pimples are fake, Amy."

"Oh, thank God" she says. I din't understand why she's thanking God, but as long as I can keep talking to her, I'm fine.

The rest of my day goes past relatively normally, so I take that as a good sign of the fake pimples' effectiveness.

I walk back home, feeling kind of tired. Suddenly, I stop walking. How am I going to get the fake pimples off and back again? This is going to be a major problem.

Once I reach home, I quickly try to get the fake pimples off, but the first one I tried take out broke. I might be screwed.