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One day I was in art class, and we were painting. It was raining outside, and I couldn't find my boots so i had to wear flats to school on such a rainy day. I also picked today to wear a really sexy-looking medium length skirt. So in art class a boy was carrying a bucket of paint and he spilled it all over my feet. I freaked out and told the teacher, then ran as fast as I could to the bathroom to was it off. Unfortunately, the nearest bathroom was in another building across campus. I took one step and slipped on the paint, so i ripped my flats off and ran down the stairs and out the door. I ran about half way across campus, feet and all drenched in rain. The paint washed off, so I decided to head back. But there was a group of little 1st graders playing on the blacktop that I ran past. UH OH! they started chasing me and laughing at my drenched, barefoot figure walking across campus. I flushed red and ran like heck. I couldn't see very well since my wet hair covered my face. I ran into the nearest door and slammed it shut. I was indoors. The little kids crowded by the door, and since it was glass they could see me. I collapsed on the ground from too much embarrassment, face flushed red. I sat against the corner near the door, red as a tomato, barefoot and wet, gasping for air and trying to disappear from sight. I kept feeling extremely embarrassed and stayed like that until one of my friends came to get me. Still too embarrassed, i crawled weakly away barefoot. Up until this day, i flush red and breathe heavily every time I see a little kid. And every time I saw those little kids in school, they point and laugh, "Hey look! It's that big barefoot girl!". Ugh.
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