Oh sorry! I got carried away last time.
Let's go back. That afternoon, we ran around the quadrangle (Is it around or along?) under the scorching sun. (I think the sun long time ago was not as harmful as the new sun now.) After the running exercise, our teacher suddenly told us to proceed to our next activity written on the index card. We have our own index cards which we used for our exercise records. The next exercise was the curl-ups.
We needed to choose a partner. I chose Blacky. Suddenly, my teacher blocked me. (She ran like I was about to turn someone inanimate by touch.) She told me that I should choose another one because Blacky wasn’t feeling well at that time. He had to go to the school clinic.
I chose Clarisse to be my partner. I lay down. Clarisse held my feet. Let the curl-ups begin. One, two, three...thirteen (fart sound). I was so shy. I quickly stood up and tried to carry or remove Clarisse from where she was just to avoid the possible tear gas. We just laughed and laughed. I begged her not to tell anyone. Did I say sorry? Hahaha. I thought so. Can you imagine my face at that time? It was a good thing that my tear gas didn't explode in a destructive way. I looked around and the other classmates near us didn't notice. (Until now, only I remember it...hopefully she forgot about it.)
The exercises went on and on until we reached the breaktime. I had the chance to talk to Todd again. He seemed so rich by just looking at his complexion. Awww! Such a handsome cutie. The lips, sooo red. He invited me to go to his house with Clarisse and some of his classmates. Should I go to a stranger's house? I didn't know him well. Well, I was in high school, so whatever happened it could always be erased, forgotten...right?
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