Here's something that could work:
This morning at school, my life was completely ruined.
Everything was fine up until art class. My crush, Felix, was painting a beautiful portrait, as always. Mrs. Sharp, the teacher, was playing Solitaire on her ancient computer. I sat down in my seat, (right behind Felix) dug out my portfolio out of my beat-up backpack, and started working on one of my drawings. I was just about to give up and move on to a new one, when I heard squealing and giggling coming from the back of the class. <em>Just what I needed, </em>I thought,<em> more distractions keeping me from actually creating a decent piece. </em>I tried to ignore the girls, but the longer I waited, the more they giggled. Eventually, I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped out of my seat and chucked my sketchbook in their direction.
"WHAT IS SO FUNNY? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE SO AMUSING THAT YOU HAVE TO DISRUPT THE ENTIRE CLASS JUST TO GIGGLE ABOUT IT?"
The class was silent. I stood there, frozen in shock at what I had just done. The girls stared, their jaws to the floor, as I felt my face heat up. Slowly, I turned around and sat down, only to find Felix's gorgeous blue eyes glittering in amusement. <em>Great, </em>I thought, <em>now the most popular guy at school thinks I'm a loser. </em>I put my head down on my desk and tried not to cry. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life.
