Today in front of everyone at our lunch table, Lindsey’s friend, Alexis, asked me what was above my lip.
I rubbed the skin above my lip really hard and asked, “Is that better?”
She commented, “It’s still there.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about, so I got up from the table, walked across the cafeteria to my guidance counselor, who often hangs out with our grade at lunch, and asked to go to the bathroom.
Aside from my skin being pink, I didn’t see anything.
What was she talking about?
I took a step back from the mirror.
I noticed a brown “shadow” above my lip.
I remembered when Jacob had a brown shadow above his lip, and how I had teased him.
I called it his “moosteesh.”
Now I had one.
I was extremely embarrassed.
I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could.
Just before the bell rang, I headed back to get my stuff from the lunch table.
Luckily, the girls had moved on to talking about something else.
I kept my head down the rest of the day.
That night, I begged my mom to shave above my lip.
She told me that once she shaved it, I would have to keep shaving it and that it would grow back darker and thicker each time.
I didn’t care.
I asked her to just get it over with.
There was no way I was going back to school with that shadow on my face.