I was 10. Excitement washed over me as the thought of hitting puberty kept on invading my Mind. The thought of popping those irresistible pimples made me giggle with glee at school.
I was sitting with my friends in the stuffy cafeteria. Sweat oozed off of everyone around us and people handed over cutlery with sweaty, greased up hands. My friend (Alaina) sprayed food all over my clothes which disgusted me. But more importantly, she told me that there was a pimple on my nose bridge. It was a giant blob - glowing red with an eruption of pus. I screamed with joy. A bit too much joy.
Everyone glared at me before continuing with their unhealthy, germ-filled meals. I smeared an extra smile of excitement on my face for good measure and decided to finish my own lunch to escape the unhygienic children of the cafeteria. I never knew that this would be the beginning of a series of nightmares.
