Is there a nerve connecting the face and the leg? Or was I just so weak from the many feelings and thoughts going through my head?
The air was tense and non of us made any sound. I had stopped trying to talk because there was no point. Anything I said would be useless, not that I couldn't speak fluent English but any word I utter would seem like they came from a spoilt radio and I feared I would break down in the tears that were already gathering behind my eyes. Why was I such an emotional person? I slipped to the pavement and sat there still holding my face, still in shock and dismay as I watched walk away commenting on the scene as if I was at fault.
Wait a second, who was at fault?
It had to be the coke, if it hadn't spilled ,the girls wouldn't have been angry but I would still be a laughing stock.
It had to be Prince, if he wasn't so cute I wouldn't have been distracted nor slip in the first place.
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