...I fall to the floor in fear. The beautiful figure looks me in the eyes and says,"chill it was just a Caillou balloon" I get up blushing. I feel totally humiliated. I run to the nearest gas station and cry while eating some brotato chips in the isle. I feel that I can never show my face to the beautiful figure ever again. The next night, I get a phone call. I recognized the voice right away. It was.... The Beautiful Figure. They say, " sup girl you guud?" I reply with,"How did you get this number?" Then they continue to tell me that it feel out of my white bedazzled Hannah Montana satchel. I grin thinking that it really was the best of both worlds. This totally attractive being got my phone number. It must be like destiny from the cloud rain or something. I'm just about to invite the beautiful figure to hang out when I get a text message. I gasp in shock that this number would ever contact me again after....
