Journal #3

Journal #3 I was a teenager and my best friend dared me to go up to a boy and ask him for is telephone number and if he and I could go out on a date. When I approach the boy I had never seen his face, when he turned to me he was missing teeth. As I looked at him I then turned and looked at my best friend and gave her a look that could kill. Well I guess the boy was so happy that someone asked for his number he had already had it written down ready to give to me. I took the and went around the corner and tore it up and in the trash it went.