One day we were walking through the halls at school and he noticed I had a strange bruise on my shin. He asked what happened and I gave him the same response I always give to this question, "I don't really remember."
This kind of blew him away. The thing is, I bruise so easily that I never remember how I get them. I told him this to his incredulous face and he didn't believe me. I insisted that almost anything will give me a bruise. To test my posit, he balled up both fists and lightly punched me in both of my biceps.
It didn't really hurt, but boy did he feel bad for the entire next week when I had two exactly matching bruises on each arm.
You all probably don't believe me, right. Well just check this out:
Yup, what you are seeing on my right forearm is a huge bruise the size of a ping pong ball. I have no idea what happened.
You can just go ahead and call me the queen of graceful now.