• For the first dance of my freshman year, Homecoming, I was asked out by this guy in my science class, Frank. But he asked me in front of the entire class right as the bell was ringing. Even my teacher was in on it, so it was a quick decision. However, I thought about it, but it turned out I didn't really like him. I was still going to go to the dance with him, because I didn't want to be mean, but I was sick that day. I couldn't even walk around, and I felt so bad! So when I went back to school Monday, everyone was really mad at me, saying I "blew him off", and he got a "haircut" for me. But he never said anything to me, or talked to me. Then she realized that he's really not her type. So now we have to avoid him everywhere. And (finally, I know), one day while I was running up stairs away from a friend as a game, I almost ran into someone, and when I turned to see who it was, and it was Frank, he had the most shocked expression on his face. I whipped back around on the top of the stairs and kept running, but i stumbled over my sandle and tripped in front of him. Then I quickly got up, and yelled to my friend: "RUN FASTER!!! COME ON!!" Then, another friend who knows about the whole Frank thing, came to get me so I wouldn't run into him, too late though, but I crashed into her yelling: "No! It's too late! GO! GO! GO!" Then we dove into the classroom, where I started laughing hystarically, while the rest of the class stared at me, and my other friend kept saying: "Breathe, Zuzu! Breathe!" That was pretty embarrassing and funny.