Short Stories

Sorry!

It was my first day of high school. I was making up my mind about which clubs to go into, shortcuts, where to sit, who is good to become friends with. They called me into the office for  schedule change, which took forever. When I checked the time, I noticed class was about to start. I ran, more than what my stubby legs could take. I arrived to math class five minutes late. I was just trying to go to a seat, when the most embarrassing thing could've happened, of course. I had a case of bad freshman luck. When I was going to walk through one of the rows, I stepped on my shoelace. That wasn't the worst part.  When I fell, I thought my face would hit the ground. I was very wrong. My face ended up hitting someone's crotch. Not only that, that someone was a male and pretty hot. I heard him almost crying, everyone was laughing, and I was begging  for pardon. I couldn't stop saying sorry. After math, I have lunch. When the bell rang I kept saying sorry and he invited me to his lunch table. I agreed and asked if my friends could come along too. We all met at the table and he told everyone what happened. I was called the desperate one for a month.