I was fourteen and terribly awkward, shy and convinced everyone was against me. I went shopping for new shoes and jeans with my mum. I changed in the car because I was going to meet some friends at the cinema and I wanted to look cool.
We pulled up at the cinema, I said my goodbyes to mum and I got out of the car. As I was walking away, I became very self-conscious that I still had a sticker attached to my jeans and everyone could see it! But it's okay, mum is still there, if she doesn't beep that horn then that means I am stickerless. A few steps later, that's when I heard it. BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEP! (okay it was probably one very short beep but this is how i remember it)
I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. I have a sticker on the butt of my jeans! Oh no. There are a lot of people here, they will all notice me and laugh. There is only one thing I can do to not draw attention to myself!
There! A wall! It was a few feet away from me to the left. I could make it. I leaped towards the wall, and then shimmied along it with my back to the wall. Finally I reached the car where mum was sitting looking at me with a mystified expression on her face.
I grabbed the door, forced it open and in my haste, the edge of the door caught my eyebrow which started bleeding, and shouted "WHAT?!" She looked at me. I looked back at her. She then informed me that I still had a small sticker on the foot of my shoe and maybe it's a good idea if I take it off. When asking me what on earth I was doing, with the shimmying and the general drawing the attention of everyone within a 20 yard radius, I sheepishly replied that I thought there was a sticker on my jeans and I didn't want anyone to notice me.
I then walked into the cinema, eyebrow still bleeding and reconsidering what to do next time I'm the focus of attention.
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