He hit me accidentally when he was playing in the classroom; I cried. The teacher made him say sorry because he was too young to instinctively know that what he did hurt me.
During the Christmas play, I played Mary and he played Joseph. We were too young to truly fall in love, but I was obsessed. So I did something drastic.
I ordered his first communion pictures, so that I could have nice photos of him. I copied his number from the class directory pretending to copy Camilla’s number. While she was showing me the directory, she was dictating her number to me, and, in my mind, I was like, Shut up. Shut up. I’m taking down Matthew’s number.
More Weird Kid stories:
- A Shy Person’s Top 8 Worries and Fears
- Bike and Bleed
- I Played Mary, He Played Joseph
- Ja the Weird Kid Transfers to a New School
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