Tale
Most students dread presentation days. It's an awkward day that everyone fears because, I mean really, who wants to stand in front a class that doesn't even care what you're saying unless you make an utter fool of yourself. Usually, I'm in that boat. I typically hate listening to droning presenters and despise getting unavoidably red-faced when it's my turn to speak. Today was different though. Today I was actually looking forward to my presentations in my English class. There's really only one reason a girl could ever want to give a presentation- a boy. Yes, that's right, I truly wanted, even got excited, to go suffer through 28 other presentations just so I could stare at Phillip Wilson for 30 solid seconds of girlish drooling. Not only did I want to gush over Phillip, but I also wanted his attention on me. I knew that for 30 seconds of my assigned poem presentation I would have his eyes on me. The teacher made a big stink about everyone paying attention to the speaker during his or her turn, so I knew Phillip had to lay his vivacious green eyes on me for at least 30 seconds. Normally I wouldn't want anyone to look at me while presenting, and I'd prefer for everyone to be texting incessantly while my nervous knees knocked shakily together, but today I wanted the attention. I had my poem memorized up and down, left to right, forwards and backwards. Plus, it didn't hurt that I was looking smoking hot. I'd planned my outfit two nights before and couldn't wait to rock my skinny jeans, flattering aquamarine flowy top, beige flats, and a delicately placed lucky bobby pin in my satin brown hair.
