Hot Potato Monologue

As I’m sitting there, watching a hot potato – a literal hot potato, fly towards me, I’m wondering what I got myself into. Rewind a couple of days and I’m in school talking to the new girl named Jocelyn. She wore converse and had these cool long side bangs that everyone in the eighth grade was jealous of and had come from some far off place called Falls City. As the new kid with the cool hair, everyone was competing to lure her into their posses’. I, a typically quiet, reserved person, tended to stick with my familiar crowd and just generally not take chances or put myself out there. However, that day I did something completely out of character – I invited Jocelyn, someone I had basically never talked to, over for a sleepover, and she accepted the offer.
So, what did we do? We scavenged the refrigerator for a raw potato, stuck it in the microwave for ninety or so seconds, and then proceeded to toss the steaming hot vegetable back and forth, attempting not to burn our hands in the process, until we collapsed on the floor, dying of laughter from the hilarity of our little game. That day, I found myself feeling more comfortable and at ease around this person whom I had just met, than I did around most people. Our personalities just clicked. Little did I know that that day would embark the start of a strong friendship that formed who I am