The last place I could probably humiliate myself is in a bathroom. Boy, I was wrong. It all happened in my elementary school, during recess, right after my lunch. I was in the fourth grade, I believe. My friends and I were playing jump rope with two curtailed jump ropes that were tightly tied together to form an elongated jump rope. We sung a jump rope rhyme while two girls took turns spinning the jump rope and another girl jumped through it. We all sung, "Strawberry Shortcake cream on the top. Tell me the name of your sweetheart! Is it? A, B, C, D, E..."

My friend, Grace, and I had to use the bathroom. We both left the other girls and went towards the thick painted silver doors, which lead us back inside the school. We asked a "recess" teacher if we could use the bathroom and she nod her head in agreement. Grace and I used the two vacant bathroom stalls, which were adjacent to each other. After using the bathroom, I washed my hands and realized that I had finished using the bathroom before Grace because she was not outside of the bathroom. I wanted to make sure that I had finished using the bathroom before Grace so I could wait for her. I saw her zebra colored Skechers sticking outside of the bathroom stall. I knew it was her who was still using the bathroom.

Being the mischievous jokester that I am, I wanted to play a trick on Grace. I stood next to her bathroom stall and waited for her to come out. When she finally opened her bathroom stall door, I yelled out "BOO!" To my surprise, it wasn't Grace who was in the bathroom stall. It was another girl who I have never seen in my life or at least in the same school. Apparently, both Grace and the girl wore the same trendy (at that time) Skechers shoes. I was so embarrassed. I started to blush and panic. I acted as though it that was my initial plan to scare her to death. I stuck my head into the bathroom stall and asked the petrified girl "is Grace in here? Where is Grace?" The girl looked back at me in silence with a paralyzed face and wide eyes opened. I turned around rapidly and headed towards the bathroom in a spilt second.

When I went back out to the yard, I saw Grace merrily jumping through a single person jump rope. I felt so dimwitted. I did not tell my friends about the embarrassing moment that happened just a few seconds ago, only to save myself from more humiliation. I walked pleasantly back towards my group of jump roping friends without a single word.

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