Lizzy Bright was one of those girls that you would punch your best friend square in the nose to just get a word in with her. Lizzy Bright was the kind of girl you wished you went to preschool with, just to say you kissed her one day on the playground. Lizzy Bright was the girl who went through 6 boyfriends on the day I met her. I, Chase Donovin, was the nobody Boy Scout that watched Lizzy Bright run around the playground, chasing said 6 boys, clutching my inhaler. Yeah. Some charmer.
It was no surprise that on, May 1st, 2008, I found myself on the door steps of Lizzy Bright’s door, a shocking cherry red piece of hardwood, with a gilded french bulldog head knocker, stocked with my troop’s popcorn. Today, was the day that I would get a patch on my banner that only I knew about. It would be the, “congratulations you talked to not just a girl but Lizzy Bright” badge. Mrs. Bright, accessorized with a flower printed apron and a smudge of flour on her cheek, opened the door “Well hello! Are you selling popcorn for Boy Scouts?”
I would of been able to pitch her my award winning speech, but right as I opened my mouth, 8 year old Lizzy Bright came running to her mom. You know that sinking feeling you get in your stomach when something completely terrible is about to happen? It sorta feels like Shamu is living in your lower intestine and its show time. Or, the entire cast of 42nd Street is tap dancing on your stomach lining.
“Hi Chase!” She giggled running off again.
I felt myself grow with pride. My stomach puffed up with butterflies. Right then and there, I, Chase Donovin, threw up butterflies, right all over Mrs. Bright’s cherry red door. Needless to say, I didn’t get my “Lizzy Bright Badge” or a popcorn sale.