The Skating Party

Have you ever been super embarrassed from a situation that you never want to take part in anything like it again? If you haven't I have a perfect story for you. With this story you will know everything about embarrassment and the emotions it puts you through, and the agony you have to face while going through it.
The story started when I was running late to my first ever skating party. I was filled up with nervousness and fear, but also some excitement. As we were heading to the roller rink, I started to worry about one thing… the races. If you didn’t know already, each skating party would have an event where you could race other people and win a prize, and my 5th grade self wanted that prize. There was one slight problem, I’ve never skated in my life and I was risking complete embarrassment if I entered the race. `

I finally arrived at the skating rink, excited but anxious about the races. When I entered the place was glowing with bright lights, and loud music was playing over everyone's ears. The bright lights covered up the dust and glimy hallways of the roller rink. I continued to walk down the hall, looking for a place to rent skates. When I turned the corner, I saw walls on walls of skates, some looked newer and some looked like they haven’t been touched in years. I peeked into the room, and saw a worker wearing a red beat down shirt, and had a pair of khakis on. 

He then asked me “Hey kid, what size skates are you?” I responded saying “size nine please.”

 I then walked back through the bright hallway, making my way to this odd shaped bench with squiggles scattered around it. Once I finally got the chance I put on my skates and headed to the rink to try to get at least some practice in. Of course it didn’t go so well, I had to use the wall the whole time and if I didn’t, I would stumble over and block all the people skating behind me. 

After fifteen more minutes of stumbling over, I then heard “The races will start very soon, everyone to the middle of the rink.”  

When the announcement was made my heart dropped and sank all the way to my stomach. I was super nervous at the time and never had to handle a situation like this before.  My first option was I would just not compete, but my friends were pushing me and they were expecting me to enter, plus I really wanted the prize. I had no other choice but to join the competition and hope for the best.

They then started lining up all the boys that were similar to my age. An old scrappy man, looking around the age of sixty started counting us down.  It felt like the longest three seconds of my life. I spent the whole time worrying about the worst possible outcome, and what everyone was going to think of me. My brain was filled with emotion and fear of what was about to happen. Right when I took a deep breath, the word zero came rushing out of the guy's mouth and the race was officially started. I then took off fully concentrated on this gigantic task at hand. I slowly made my way to the first turn as my heart was exploding through my chest and the nervousness in my head spread all around my body making me feel a sense of lightheadedness. As I started to turn, I suddenly lost complete control of my skates and fell right on my wrist. I looked up and saw everyone's eyes focused right at me. The sheer amount of embarrassment paralyzed me, and I could move for the next ten seconds. Everyone was glaring right at me, making the pain of embarrassment even worse. That wasn’t the only pain I felt, when I finally started to stand up, I got a piercing, strong pain right in my wrist. I tried to hold back the tears and attempted to avoid the embarrassment flowing in my head, but it was all too much to handle. I then started to break down in tears not having a single clue what to do. I just sat there hopelessly while my eyes were spraying my cheeks.

People started to surround me saying things like, “Are you ok?” or even saying,“Toughen up, it must not hurt that bad.” I was so broken, I couldn’t even respond to my own friends.  At that moment I thought that no one would ever understand the pain I went through that day. At the time I thought I was the only person to ever experience embarrassment like this. 

My school principal then came up to me, and asked me a few basic questions, like rate the pain 1-10 and where does the pain hurt the most. She ended up not asking much more after that. I didn’t tell her all the details, but still told her enough to understand what I was going through. She seemed very rushed and ended up just calling my parents to pick me up. I was totally embarrassed  that I had to leave the skating party from a stupid fall. My dad came to pick me up and I got into the car and left this dreaded experience behind.

As I headed to the emergency room, I got to experience the true feeling of embarrassment.