Awkward...., Tiff [best books to read in your 20s txt] 📗

When I walk down the hallway, my long,lanky, legs take huge strides, and I stand about a few inches above other's heads. Being tall, clumsy, and awkward don't mix. Espeacially when your walking down a hallway, and the guy that likes you is mindlessly staring at you as you walk. I don't know if you understand, but what am I supposed to look at? How fast should I walk? Why do my legs pop when I walk??????
I can't stand it when I trip or fall, espeacially in public. One day at school, I was just trying to leave History class, but crazy wack jobs started pouring in the class room. Butter(I am using codes)lifts up her leg when I take a step and


WHAM!
I tripped. I was lying on my stomach. The room got quiet, until the silence broke into luaghter. Since no one wanted to help this loser on the floor, I helped myself up and pulled up my jeans and acted like it didn't bother me. Butter was giggling when she said,"Omg! Tiffani are you ok? I thought you were baseball, so I tripped you instead...on accident." (She didn't say baseball, I'm just using codes.)I just went striaght to next to my next class, the same students trying to hold in luaghter. Of course, it didn't help that Card told me,"Your butt crack as showing."
Here's a lesson I learned: ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS AAAALLLWWWAAAYYYSSS CHECK TO SEE IF THE JEANS ARE LOW RISE.


I've also experienced moments were you're talking to someone really sweet, but they're rambling on about what they did on the weekend. His code name is Deer. So, during Language Arts class Deer went on talking for the rest of free time about his weekend, what he did, some creep in the woods that stalked him and his brother (I actually paid attention to the creep in the woods) and some stuff I pretended I paid attention to.

I hate it when your on the phone and you don't don't know what to talk about, so you asked why they called you in the firts place. Some times, I'd get a call, and I'd wonder why the crap cakes they called me in the first place. Maybe we'd start a legitimate conversation, but then the topic would become irrelevent. Then an awkward silence occurs. Then I hang up and go to sleep.


I can't sleep, then I wonder why I'm awkward. I tell myself to shut up and not be so hrd on myself. Eventually, I fall alsleep.

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Publication Date: 01-21-2012

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Dedication:
To Awkward people, like me. To Issa Rae. If you read this, I LOVE AWKWARD BLACK GIRL!!!!