Embarrassment
Funny story
Today I am going to share a funny story of the time when Josh and I were chased by our neighbourhood dog, Bruno. My best friend Josh and I grew up in a little suburb in Melbourne. We were like two peas in a pod, he was my yin to my yang. Where he was, I was and where I was he was. All our childhood memories were shared together. They were filled with so much warmth, they connected our hearts together. Some memories made us cry, while others made us smile and laugh.
By Nana M. Singehebhuye5 years ago in Confessions
Orange Juice
When I was about 13 or 14 I can't quite remember, My best friend and I lived pretty close together. For the sake of the story we'll call my best friend Freya. Freya and I were shy quiet kids. We hung out with the odd balls, and goofy kids. We didn't quite fit in anywhere else except with each other. It made for a good small group of people and most of us are still friends to this day.
By Samantha King5 years ago in Confessions
It took little to be more than a robbery
It was one night, I was at a friend's house and the interaction was so good, there was no desire to go home, it got late and the other friends decided to sleep but I couldn't, at the time I lived with my mother and my stepfather and had not fired that he would spend the night away from home.
By Dalmy Alves5 years ago in Confessions
To The Person I lost My Virginity to...
Hey! I hope that you are doing well. You know it's been like a week since you stopped talking to me. I really don't know why is that because I remember you saying that you will not stop talking to me. Please help me understand is it because you got scared or that you just simply got bored. I thought that you were a good person...
By Nerdynights5 years ago in Confessions
Playdoh Bikini FAIL
Let me tell you the story of when my two besties (Jessica and Chelsea) and I had a sleepover that went embarrassing for Jessica! But, of course, it started like every other sleepover. First, it was convincing my friend Jessica's mom to take us to the store for snacks. We got chips, chocolate, gummies, and of course Slurpee's! Then to our local Blockbuster (note this is 1998) to rent a movie. I wish I could tell you what we rented, but other points of this night are forever stuck in my mind. When we got back to Jessica's house, it was a little too early to start a movie. So, we decided to play truth or dare. No sleepover is legit if you don't play truth or dare. We dared each other to kiss Jessica's younger brother, tell the truth about your current crush, tell a dirty secret, etc. You know moral truth or dare protocols. After a few rounds and some good laughs, we decided to move on. Putting on the latest Back Street Boy cd, we danced around and sang (poorly, I might add). Then our tummy's started to rumble. We left Jessica's room and asked her mom if she could order a pizza for us? I know we could have eaten the junk, but that was for the movies and a snack at 2 am. Jessica's mom said ok and ordered us the pizza. It would be about 30 minutes to arrive. Now what? That's when Chelsea noticed on the kitchen table Jessica's little brother's playdoh set. She suggested we play with the playdoh. So we did.
By Melissa Bezborotko 5 years ago in Confessions
Can you keep a Secret?
I start my day with wonder in my mind and a sensation of worrying. Will someone blow my cover? Will I have to pretend I’m someone who I am not? Will I have to lie ? Will I have to think of a way out of being accused that I am a homosexual! Starting off with the choice of clothing tells a lot about an individual. My ideal outfit everyday consists of 501 Levi jeans, White t-shirt , Black windbreaker, and Black low cut vans with white crew Nike socks. Although based on what is considered gay, I would love to wear some distressed light blue jeans with a black t-shirt to portray my feminine side. Knowing that I can’t let that side of myself be known willingly I hold back hurting myself deep inside. Going with the grain can be a struggle as if I did not choose to hide my sexuality all through out elementary school, junior high , and highschool here I am dressing as normal as can be to distract any attention brought to me. I quickly get myself together and head out the door to a family gathering.
By Ray Gutierrez5 years ago in Confessions
Football Crazy: When what you love hurts you.
I love football, I love playing it and watching it but it gets annoying when you have to go in the back of the boot of the car. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me explain. I’m a little guy and therefore I can squeeze into little spaces. This can be useful mostly for the benefit of others and to my detriment. Whenever the ball went over the fence, everyone looked at me as if to say ‘go on, you now the drill’. I couldn’t help feeling that I was at a party with friends only the host and everyone else aspect you to serve the meal. I mean come on — its not even my ball.
By Mohamed Ali5 years ago in Confessions
Walking towards the light
"Can you feel the electricity?" Says a man with a butterfly tattoo, I say "yes." I pass him back his plasma ball. He puts the plasma ball back inside his bag, then he asks me for a donation. I tell him "I might have some money in my pocket for you." I search my right pocket and I take out a $20 dollar bill, then I pass him the money. Next, he tells me "thank you." I respond by saying "you are welcome."
By Genesis Smalls5 years ago in Confessions
7:36
7:36. Why was it.... SHIT! I jump out of bed, and I mentally strangle myself for letting this happen again. Work started six minutes ago, which means I would normally be driving up right about now. Damn it damn it damn it! Why does this always happen? I pick up my phone, which suprisingly has no angry messages yet, and I text my boss, letting him know how embarrisingly late I will be in today. Which excuse should I use this time? No you idiot, just tell the truth for once. I let him know I overslept, but I intentionally omit the part where I stayed up till 4:00 a.m. doing something no boss would accept as a valid excuse.
By Itsactuallywarren 5 years ago in Confessions
Upstairs at the Shelter
The Room upstairs At the time, I had an iPhone. The carrier had discontinued service because they wanted me to pay my bill for some reason. There was a payphone on the floor; Olivia had texted me her cellphone number; one afternoon, I called her.
By Lawson Wallace5 years ago in Confessions
