Yes you read that correctly, I am going to share my most embarrassing moment EVER, with you. Nothing more embarrassing than this has happened to me. Yes, I was young when it happened and yes, now I can laugh about it, but when it happened it was awful.

It all started on a fine Friday evening in the fall of my sixth grade year. That night there was a dance at my middle school. Everyone was going to be there. The dances were usually popular social events. I was at my house getting ready while my mom was making dinner. We sat down to eat together; dinner consisted of pasta and pizza. I ate until I was completely full, my first mistake.

As my mother drove me over to my middle school, my stomach started to bother me, I didn’t tell her anything and hoped it would go away by the time we got there. I said goodbye and went into the building to meet up with my friends. My stomach persisted but I ignored it. My friends and I made our way to the cafeteria since this is where the dance was taking place. There was a DJ, kids dancing, and flashing lights. As we began to dance I was getting really hot and feeling really clammy. I began looking around for a garbage can but all I saw were crowds of people in my way. I tried to warn my friends but it was too late.

That is when it happened. I threw up in the middle of the dance floor, in front of everyone. It felt as if time stopped, the music stopped playing, people stopped dancing and everyone was staring at me. I managed to make a mess, I got it all over my shoes, people that were close by me got some on their shoes, too. I felt so bad and was so embarrassed. One of the teacher chaperons came over and took me to the bathroom. I ran in there and washed my face and tried to clean my shoes. I was so worried that my mom was going to be mad at me for ruining my shoes since they were new. When I came out, the chaperon took me over to the principles office to call my mother.

When I was there I started dialing my mothers cell phone number but she did not answer. I called my father and luckily he answered. I told him what happened but he was at work and could not come get me so he said he would try to call my mother himself and see if she answers. He called me back and said that she was on her way. As I was waiting I started to cry because I was so embarrassed about what had just happened. The assistant principle was there and he offered me a piece of candy and was trying to cheer me up. I managed to say no thank you in between sniffles. My mother was finally there and I ran out to her car and explained everything. She was not mad at all that I threw up on my shoes; she just wanted to make sure I was not sick.

When I got home, I got sick again. I showered and just slept it off. I was hoping the weekend would make everyone at school forget about what happened. When I came back on Monday, the only people that said anything to me were my friends because they wanted to make sure I was okay. I tried to forget about throughout the day. At one point I went to my locker and a kid from my grade came up to me and said “wait aren’t you the girl that threw up?" He started laughing after that and I said yes and he walked away. Instead of feeling bad I tried to laugh myself. Weeks passed and I forgot about it- life goes on. It was just a very embarrassing moment when it happened, especially for a sixth grader.