My unfortunate story in my school when I was 13

It was then when you were spending a last year in elementary school. You was at the age of 13. You liked a girl in same class. Since you were 4^th grader, she was your classmate, and I bet you liked her since then; which means that you loved her for 3 years.

But as you remember, you were extremely fat, that you got a ‘warning’ level from physical test. Especially your belly was as big as when the frog rabbiting. It was your complex, so you always kept your belly shrank when you were at the school. Oh, you remember that it was the major reason why you didn’t tell her that you like her. You know, you were always tall before the age of 15(since then, you haven’t grow up), you were the best in every subject except physical education. However, always, the belly was problematic. As you do know, your nickname is Fat Raccoon since 13.

Of course, though you tried your best to hide your belly, it was too big to be hidden. However, you thought that it worked thoroughly, so you always seek for a chance to say I love you.

You do remember the day of awful Monday. I can’t remember the date exactly, but it was Monday I bet. Do you remember the date? You don’t? Okay. But I’m sure it was Monday that awful thing happened to you.

It was 5^th period, and we were studying sociology. In text book, there was a conversation between various jobs such as teacher, doctor, constructor, and other jobs, because the book was talking about ‘jobs’, and each character was explaining about their jobs.

The teacher wanted students to do the action; she made you guys to pick a role and act(actually just reading the textbook) in front of the class. You was chosen to act the teacher, and your friends took others. However, all of your friends just read about their roles in their seat. Unfortunately you were the last one to speak out, and your teacher wanted you to come in front of the class, because others didn’t. You really didn’t wanted to go to the front, but your friends pulled you out from the seat. After a minute, you were at the front of the class.

So, you read the text in front of your classmates. However, after that, your teacher wanted you to entertain the classmates. Oh yeah, I bet it was your teacher’s real purpose. Because everyone in your class was sleeping due to the time(it was right before lunch time, so everyone was sleeping). Well, as I saw, you seemed you really didn’t want to entertain them. Of course, it wasn’t your role to entertain, and you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of the girl that you love. And that’s how it all began.

You tried to run away and rushed to your seat in order to seat down. Well. Most students were already waked up, and starring at you, so I think it was quiet reasonable to seat down. However, your teacher grabbed you, when you were rushing to your seat.

Unfortunate for me, she failed to grab other parts of your body, but she succeeded in grabbing your shirt. Wow. I was surprised too, and you seemed very surprised. You were dashing to your seat, so you lost a control on your belly, so the belly was drooped towards the floor, and spread towards the front. With the situation of ‘to take out energy from the belly and put it on the leg muscle to run’, she pulled your shirt. Shit.

You accidentally showed your gigantic belly to your classmates; of course, the girl also saw it. You hit the table and dropped your face down with embarrassment. I saw the girl when you hit the table. Her face was full of disgust, and was pale. Oh yeah, it was one of the biggest reason why you failed to be friendlier with her.

After graduation, you exercised a lot, and I remember you became a soccer player of your middle school once, and became one of the excellent runners of the school. Sure, only in 1^st grade. You haven’t played any sports since 2^nd grade. Anyway, somehow I bet the trauma of 6^th grade helped you to think about your body, and made you to keep your health.

Well, though you lost a chance to become friendlier with her or keep contacting with her, at least you got a health. Let’s be thankful to it.