Welcome to my stop for Not Pretty Enough blog tour!
Author: Jaimie Admans
Release date: August 1st 2013
Age Group: Young Adult
Genre: Contemporary Comedy
"Well", I say, leaning over to look at Lloyd's book and turning a page, just as he goes to move the book closer to me. Our hands brush together and I pull back startled by the intensity. Our hands brushed! And there was electricity! This is meant to be!
"So," I say, wondering what to do next. "This is algebra..." This is ridiculous. He knows what bloody algebra is. I rest my pen against my top lip and try to look intelligent and seductive at the same time. Lloyd still has an expectant look on his face. Except, I've obviously rested the pen too high up my lip, and it's tickling my nose. Really tickling now, and...
"Atchoooo!" I yell, a sneeze catching me by surprised. Oh my god. I'm aware that every person in the classroom is staring at me."I'm sorry," I say, holding up my hand. "I just..." Oh no. "Atchooooo!" I sneeze again. "Atchooooo!" I grip my nose firmly between my thumb and my finger. I vaguely remember reading somewhere that is the best way to stop sneezing. Or is that hiccups? Either way, it doesn't work. It just makes me want to sneeze more. "Atchooooo!" I yell again. Oh God, this is so embarrassing. Why do I have to have a sneezing fit on the one day I am sitting by Lloyd Layton? It's highly unlikely that I will ever be lucky enough to sit by Lloyd Layton again; I get my one big chance to impress him, and what do I do? I sneeze.
Oh God. Now my nose is running. I'm still gripping it with one hand and frantically feeling around in my bag for a tissue with the other.
"Atchoooooooooooooooo!" It comes again, and this time something so horrible happens that it's like being in slow motion. A huge lump of snot, my snot, straight out of my nose, flies out of my nostrils, and goes zooming up into the air, turns around, and like a giant pancake, starts plummeting back down to earth, to land smack bang in the middle of Lloyd's textbook.
Oh. My. God.
"Ugh!" Lloyd yells and pushes his chair back so fast that he nearly falls off it.
Oh my god. What do I do? What do I do? My face has gone so red I must resemble a lobster, and when my hand finally closes around a tissue in my bag, I have no idea what to do bu lean over and wipe the snot from Lloyd's book, and deposit the offending tissue into my bag. I'm so embarrassed I could die. And to make things so much better, Mr. Griffiths is laughing like he's never seen anything funnier in his life.
About the Author
Jaimie is a 28-year-old English-sounding Welsh girl with an awkward-to-spell name. She lives in South Wales and enjoys writing, gardening, drinking tea and watching horror movies. She hates spiders and cheese & onion crisps. She has been writing for years but has never before plucked up the courage to tell people. Afterlife Academy is her third novel and she hopes you enjoy it. There are plenty more on the way!