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My First School Dance (Ugh!) October 9, 2016    “Rachell, what is that all over your mouth?” mom asked.    “Nothing.”    “It’s chocolate.”    “No, it’s not.” I licked my lips with my tongue. “Well, maybe it’s chocolate.”    “And where’s the box? It had two layers.”    “I tossed it.”    “You tossed the chocolate box?”    “Well, why not? It was empty.”    “You ate the whole box?!”    “Not the box. Just the chocolates.”    Mom wasn’t happy. “You know you get bloated when you eat chocolates.”    That was true. But I couldn’t help it. I loved chocolates.    This was Middle School Prom Night, and I was thrilled. Mom had bought me this beautiful dress with a ruffled bodice—which just barely fit me--and a loose attached skirt which swirled when I swirled. I liked swirling.    When I put it on, though, the top was so tight I could hardly breathe. It had fit fine in the shop. But not now. Mom asked me if it was too tight.    I held my breath when I replied. “No, no. It’s a perfect fit. Almost.”    “It was those chocolates.”    “I’m fine, mom. Is dad gonna take me?”    “And pick you up at ten.”    I tried to hold my breath all the way to school. It’s hard to breathe when you can’t breathe. I was a bit uncomfortable. No, I was terribly uncomfortable. No, I was suffocating. Not pleasant.    The first boy I saw was Ted. He was my favorite, and he looked great in his tux. He smiled at me. I had to breathe to smile back. When I did, two buttons in my top popped off and smacked him in the face. As he flinched, I screamed and ran off and hid in the girls’ bathroom, stall number three. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t come out until the dance was over.    (See Page 8 in Starrin’...Loretta Padgett!)    The girls’ bathroom is the best place I know for hiding.    Especially when I’ve eaten too many chocolates. –Rachell Elaine Jackson
©  Copyright Rachell Elaine Jackson.  All Rights Reserved.  Website design and hosting by North Mobile Internet Services, Inc.

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My First School Dance (Ugh!) October 9, 2016    “Rachell, what is that all over your mouth?” mom asked.    “Nothing.”    “It’s chocolate.”    “No, it’s not.” I licked my lips with my tongue. “Well, maybe it’s chocolate.”    “And where’s the box? It had two layers.”    “I tossed it.”    “You tossed the chocolate box?”    “Well, why not? It was empty.”    “You ate the whole box?!”    “Not the box. Just the chocolates.”    Mom wasn’t happy. “You know you get bloated when you eat chocolates.”    That was true. But I couldn’t help it. I loved chocolates.    This was Middle School Prom Night, and I was thrilled. Mom had bought me this beautiful dress with a ruffled bodice—which just barely fit me--and a loose attached skirt which swirled when I swirled. I liked swirling.    When I put it on, though, the top was so tight I could hardly breathe. It had fit fine in the shop. But not now. Mom asked me if it was too tight.    I held my breath when I replied. “No, no. It’s a perfect fit. Almost.”    “It was those chocolates.”    “I’m fine, mom. Is dad gonna take me?”    “And pick you up at ten.”    I tried to hold my breath all the way to school. It’s hard to breathe when you can’t breathe. I was a bit uncomfortable. No, I was terribly uncomfortable. No, I was suffocating. Not pleasant.    The first boy I saw was Ted. He was my favorite, and he looked great in his tux. He smiled at me. I had to breathe to smile back. When I did, two buttons in my top popped off and smacked him in the face. As he flinched, I screamed and ran off and hid in the girls’ bathroom, stall number three. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t come out until the dance was over.    (See Page 8 in Starrin’...Loretta Padgett!)    The girls’ bathroom is the best place I know for hiding.    Especially when I’ve eaten too many chocolates. –Rachell Elaine Jackson

Author of middle grade books for tweens and teens

RachellElaineJackson
RachellElaineJackson

Author of middle grade books for tweens and teens