Fallout (Crank 3)

I just might go ahead and die

right here, right now. How

could anything be better than

the way I’m feeling this moment?

Ms. Dzumba blathers on

and on about amoebas, and all

I can think about is Bryce’s

kiss. It was a kiss, wasn’t it?

God, what if it was just an

accident? Was I supposed

to respond? What if that’s

the only kiss I ever get?

Worse, what if it’s not?

What if we go to the game

and he wants to kiss for real?

Like lips, with me kissing back?

What if I try to kiss back

and I totally blow it? Like

bump teeth or bite tongue?

Wait. Tongue? What about that?

What if I freak out completely?

Oh my God. Why did I say

okay? I can’t. I’m just not

a “go to the game” kind of girl.

HOW DO I BACK OUT GRACEFULLY?

Think, Autumn. Excuses

aren’t that hard to come by.

I’m sick.

Too close to the truth.

I broke my leg.