Confessions
of a Teenage
Perfectionist
Confession Number
One: I will not, under any circumstances, drink from a
pouch.
Like every other day, I woke up to
the beeping of my alarm clock at 6:00 AM. Like every other day, I
straightened my hair, applied minimal makeup, and left for school
at 7:05 AM. Like every other day, I went to AP Algebra 2, Honors
English, Honors History, and then Intro to Enginering before
lunch. Like every other day, I sat at the table in the far left
corner of the caf with my cold lunch, and my AP Physics book
under my arm. Like every other day, I put my book on my left
side, and my lunch on my right, and began to eat, sandwhich
first.
Unlike any other day, someone sat by me. I was startled by the
unexpected noise, and looked up to see him smiling at me.
"Can I help you?" I ask, carefully placing my sandwhich
back into it's plastic bag.
He has a tray full of greasy school pizza, a small bag of chips,
and another paper bag at his side.
"Hey, I'm Josh, it's my first day here and I was
wondering if I could sit with you, everywhere else is full."
He smiles again, showing bright white teeth.
"Sure you can, welcome to Bristol High, Josh." I say,
returning his smile, and return to eating my sandwhich.
He takes a bite of the pizza, and I wrinkle my nose at the
squishing sound of grease and cheese. He notices me
expression.
"Something wrong?"
"No, sorry." I avert my eyes and wonder why this boy
decided to sit by me.
"I know it's gross, but I'm so hungry and grabbed my
seven year old brother's lunch by mistake," he offers,
giving me a sympathetic look. I nod at him and he adds, "So
what's your name?"
"Colyssa VanPulson," I answer, twisting open the cap on
my water bottle.
He pulls a juice box from the paper bag and sticks the yellow
straw through the hole, eyeing his handiwork.
"I don't like this flavor, you want it?" he asks,
holding it out to me.
"No thank you."
"But it's a Capri Sun! Everyone loves Capri Suns!"
he argues, waggling it at me, as if that will increase the
offer.
"I don't drink anything that comes from a pouch, but
thanks for the offer."
He stares at me like the T-Rex skeleton exhibit at the museum in
town.
His look turns from enstrangement to curiosity. "Why
not?"
"You can't see inside of them."
He laughs, thinking I'm joking, but after realizing I'm
completely serious, he stops, and just smiles that smile I'm
going to assume is a regular thing for him.
"That is probably the strangest thing I have ever heard, are
you serious?" he asks, looking intruiged.
I nod, "Why would I drink from something, if I don't
know what could be in it?"
He then does something unexpected. Over his shoulder, he tosses
the juice pouch into the trash can next to the pillar by another
row of tables. Someone shouts "Nice shot!"
"Well then, why risk it?" Josh says.
I suprise myself, by smiling in
return.
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