We were both about ten years old, the best of friends and always sat next to each other near the back of the bus talking about sports or joking about the fat girls on the bus, but on that morning we were arguing about who would win in a deathmatch, you said Batman I said Spiderman.
We couldn’t solve our disagreement so you stuck your tongue out at me and I did the same back at you, all was good until the bus hit a bump in the road.
It was on that day we learned to never stick our tongues out of our mouths while on a bus.
Our heads bumped against the compartment above us and when we bounced back against our seats we were missing a part of our tongues, the pain was overwhelming and we began to scream and cry like two girls at an boy band’s concert.
Our screams startled the driver who immediately hit the brakes, and the two pieces of tongue started flying across the bus until they hit the front window.
Everything changed after that painful morning. We still had each other to talk to, and we continued our days in the same way we always did, but our speech sounded weird. When we talked, some of the oblivious kids either thought we were talking in our own secret language, or that we were retarded.
High school could have been a lot worse if my best friend didn’t turn out to be a football superstar, the entire school loved him and he protected me from being teaser and humiliated.
He even managed to kiss a girl before I ever did, the girl didn’t seem to mind rubbing her tongue against his gummy bear butt like tongue.
After we graduated we both went our separate ways and eventually lost contact but whenever someone asks one of us how we lost a big chunk of our tongues I just know that we both will be telling the craziest of stories.
About how our tongues got lost during epic battles between good and evil, helped cure diseases and feed the hungry.
We couldn’t solve our disagreement so you stuck your tongue out at me and I did the same back at you, all was good until the bus hit a bump in the road.
It was on that day we learned to never stick our tongues out of our mouths while on a bus.
Our heads bumped against the compartment above us and when we bounced back against our seats we were missing a part of our tongues, the pain was overwhelming and we began to scream and cry like two girls at an boy band’s concert.
Our screams startled the driver who immediately hit the brakes, and the two pieces of tongue started flying across the bus until they hit the front window.
Everything changed after that painful morning. We still had each other to talk to, and we continued our days in the same way we always did, but our speech sounded weird. When we talked, some of the oblivious kids either thought we were talking in our own secret language, or that we were retarded.
High school could have been a lot worse if my best friend didn’t turn out to be a football superstar, the entire school loved him and he protected me from being teaser and humiliated.
He even managed to kiss a girl before I ever did, the girl didn’t seem to mind rubbing her tongue against his gummy bear butt like tongue.
After we graduated we both went our separate ways and eventually lost contact but whenever someone asks one of us how we lost a big chunk of our tongues I just know that we both will be telling the craziest of stories.
About how our tongues got lost during epic battles between good and evil, helped cure diseases and feed the hungry.
