excerpt 2.

(Another excerpt from, It Girl.)

My inane ability to attract misfortune swells to epic proportions when I am around someone I like.  In high school, my friend Tiffany threw a huge party.  A bunch of us were outside, including this kid I had a major crush on.  The last few days had been pretty rainy, so the grass was wet and muddy.  During a game of partner tag, (Yes, I did just admit to playing partner tag in high school. When you are done making fun, you can continue reading.), I found out the hard way that my shoes lacked traction on slippery ground.

Running away from the current tagger, I decided to be bold and go for the hand of my crush.  Only, when I tried to stop, I slid.  By that, I mean I wooshed past the boy, several others, and slammed right into a tree.  After impact, I fell backwards and landed in a pile of dog poop.  Needless to say, the boy I liked never spoke to me after that night.

To be honest, if I am not embarrassing myself in some maladroit manner, and Murphy has given me the night off, I end up looking like an idiot anyway.  I don’t do well in crowds, especially crowds made up of my peers.  My hands get clammy, my nose turns cold, and I say really stupid things, like, “Hi, my name is Mckenzie, and I have small feet.”