It was the scariest thing I’d ever seen.
“Those are some nasty bite marks,” said the E.R. Nurse. She swabbed a cotton ball soaked in alcohol up and down my neck, cleaning off the bloodstains. It seared with pain, but I barely cringed.
Now I know why Mr. Wilhelm chose red carpet.
“What happened?” I asked. It was the first groggy sentence I could manage.
I found the answer to my question.
Some girls can’t take rejection with grace.
Nothing seemed strange, at first.