Scarry Pens and Left Eyes
Tomorrow's going to be such a wonderful day. I wonder how many people will ask me what happened, and why I have a nice scratch and bruise under my left eye. If I'm in the fairy-tale mood I'll say something like I was attacked by some flying creature who was caring a pen in its hooped claws, and the pen ran straight into the spot where the mark is. But if I'm not in the fairy tale mood I'll say something like, Tapley decided he didn't like me any more, especially my left eye, and he tried to take it out while at a National Honor Society meeting. And if I decide not tell any stories, it'd go something like this: Towards the end of the NHS meeting, Taja started to talk to Matt and myself. While she was talking I leaned behing Tapley at the exact time that he brought his hand, still holding a pen, to pat me on the head. At that exact moment, his pen gouged me in the face under the eye.
Either way I tell how I got the nice bruise, I'm still going to have to see how much make-up will hide it because I don't like it. I just hope it's gone by next week.
Either way I tell how I got the nice bruise, I'm still going to have to see how much make-up will hide it because I don't like it. I just hope it's gone by next week.