When I was fifteen, I had a HUGE crush on a boy named Kalani Wheeler. He was a very cute Hawaiian boy. One day, I put on my cutest pink gingham shorts and a tank top and went to the park. I was hoping that Kalani would notice how cute I was. Anyway, when I got there Kalani was playing soccer with a little boy from the neighborhood. Unfortunately, my achilles heel was sports. I was a tomboy who loved to play to win. So, Kalani asked me if I wanted to play with them.
Me, being the total dork that I was, said YES!
While the game got rowdier and rowdier, my short got stinkier and sweatier. Very attractive!
Suddenly, the little boy tried to do a quick turn but didn't realize I had run up behind him. He slammed into me and fell in a heap on the ground.
Kalani ran over to him and pulled him up. He said, "WHOAH! That was kinda like hitting a brick wall!"
I was moritified. I just turned the shade of my sweaty shorts and left the field. I never did have a date with Kalani, but it's okay. He turned out to be tall and gangly anyway.
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