Friday, June 1, 2012
Suction, moment #8
I was in ninth grade. My brother had one of those poppers. You know, the ones you turn inside out, set down, and they fly up in the air. I decided that would be a great thing to suction to my face. No, not my cheek, chin, or even close to my neck. Right smack in the middle of my forehead. I left it there for about 15 minutes before my dad finally said that I should take it off. I did, and my family burst out laughing. I had a giant bruise on my forehead. It was not small. I didn't have bangs at the time, so I was uncertain as to how to cover it up. The next day at school, after a ton of makeup that did absolutely nothing to cover up this bruise, I was presented with an award for achievement in social studies. They insisted on taking my picture to post in the cafeteria. Everyone could see it. Everyone could tell that I had tried to cover up this huge bruise on my forehead. The picture was up for four weeks. I was deemed the "hickey girl", even though one should not get a hickey on their forehead. Fortunately, no one could tell who I was after a week of having the picture up thanks to a new haircut and the bruise fading. To this day, I can't look at one of those poppers without remembering my first hickey.
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Awesome! I forgot about this...LOL
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