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Day 21: Write a Confession


When I was eight, I fell in love this skinny girl in the third grade.  Her name was …Lucy.  Lucy didn’t love me, of course, but I wouldn’t let that minor detail discourage me.  Every time Lucy would walk by my  heart would beat a little faster.  My palms  would  sweat and I would forget how to speak English.  Lucy thought I was freak for sure with skinny legs, long feet, glasses and all. I was a little soul afro mess!  All I wanted more than anything in world, other than a shwinn bicycle, was to spend a little time with Lucy under the oak tree in our elementary school.

One morning before school, I was hanging out some of the older guys.  Imitating their poses, I was playing it cool.  That is until Lucy walked by.  I finally I said something close to human, but Lucy was far from impressed.  Lucy rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth at me and strutted on by.  The fellas all laughed and I just played it off like it didn’t. matter to me.  Coach Green knew it mattered and challenged me to a bet.  He bet I couldn’t give Lucy a kiss.  Well, I was no punk, so I accepted the challenge.  And for my prize kiss, Coach will buy me a coca cola!  He agreed and I was on my mission. 

When I caught up to Lucy she was standing with her books in her hand, under the oak tree.  Perfect! I called her name and she turned around at me and said “Whatchu want boy?”  I patted my fro and walked up to her.  “Hey, let me give you a kiss!”  The heck was I thinking? I was thinking, “Imma get that kiss and a coke before school starts.  I was thinking “I was about go school yard legend!

“Let me get that kiss, girl!” I said loud enough to be heard by the older heads watching me.  Coach Green grinned and gave me the thumbs up signal.  When the fellas give me the green light, I puckered up and leaned toward Lucy. Big mistake. No,  epic huge mistake!  As I closed my eyes, Lucy struck me lighting hard in the face with her library book.  I went tumbling, tumbling, tumbling down the hill into a pile of cold wet leaves.  Lucy laughed with her whole body.  I couldn’t help but laugh too, but man did it hurt!  As I picked the leaves out of my fro, I hardly noticed the older heads laughing at me.  I made Lucy notice me. I made the girl of my dreams laugh.  I also learned a valuable lesson.  Keep your hands to yourself!!

Well I made the “walk of shame” back to Coach Green and the fellas.  When I walked up, everyone stared at my face.  Coach Green looked at me like I got shot in the face!  Apparently I had a huge bleeding gash under my eye.  I still have the scar to prove it. 

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