My friend (let's call her Lulu) thought that Wrinkle Nose was hot stuff- a H.O.N., if you will (Hottie of Nature for all you non-6th grade lingo people).
One day Lulu made the mistake of telling her other friend (not me) that she was in deep smit with Wrinkle Nose.
BIG MISTAKE
That momentary lapse in judgment looked Lulu right in the eyes and punched her in the throat. Soon thereafter, the "friend" TOLD Wrinkle Nose RIGHT IN FRONT of Lulu that Lulu liked him.
And in a moment of extreme sensitivity, Wrinkle Nose looked a Lulu and with all the masculinity he could muster, squeaked out "Tell her to dream on."
Lulu was crushed. Like a grape. She swore that one day, ONE DAY Wrinkle Nose would be sorry- sorry for all of the tears and cursing and fist shaking!
She would be gorgeous when she grew up. (Which I think just meant that she'd wear make-up and comb her hair...)
She would be valedictorian.
She would be on the Dean's List in College.
She would really be something someday.
Then he'd be sorry.
Someday he would be flipping her Big Mac. Ooo, oo, ooo. She reveled in the thought of his current cute wrinkly nose becoming all old and non-attractive and wrinkly and sweaty and greasy. HA! Take that, you!
So, I'm not bitter.
But that moment was my turn around. All I could do was dream and work and try to make those goals happen. And guess what? I have done all of that stuff. Checked it off my to-do list. Done! Entered into the pool for being a valedictorian speaker in High School, and now I just got my letter of admittance to the Dean's list. It is terribly juvenile- I know. But I just had to get it out there. My awkward little 6th grade self just crossed over. Closure!
So there. Take that Wrinkle Nose.
