Well, it was one of those random days in 5th grade. I was 10 years old and was a very picky eater. As a matter of fact, I throw up whenever I eat some foods I hate, like spinach, peanut butter, and MEAT especially. (Actually I don't know this for a fact, but I am a strict vegetarian, unlike my parents, so I would hope so.) But that's off topic.
Anyway, I had a headache, so my mom had fed me Grape Motrin and a tofu-nut burger (a strange mix of tofu and peanuts, which I would later find out had peanut butter filling). So, the two didn't mix very well. I went to school, and I felt a little queasy, but didn't think anything of it. To make a long story short, I threw up on my best friend Lisa's sweater, much to her distaste, at indoor recess.
Then, to make matters worse, my teacher said, "Justin, take Rena down to the nurse's office for extra credit." Justin was my crush! I could see the disgust on his face, but he wanted extra credit, so he took me down, standing pretty far away.
I felt queasy again, and I thought I was going to projectile vomit on him, so I tried to run outside. He thought I was running away from the nurse, and he wanted his extra credit, so he came over to me. Yes, I did projectile omit on him-on his face! I practically caused a chain reaction as he ran to the nurse screaming with the remains of my tofu-nut burger (which was purple because of the Grape Motrin).