Embarrasing, much?

A cool breeze flew by my face as my 6th grade P.E. class and I made our way over to the hard, concrete floor for our morning workout. The morning sky appeared with sunlight blazing through the fluffy white clouds and the grass was still moist from the morning dew. There I stood with the rest of my class as I was being poked by an annoying classmate named Robby. Robby was quite the joker, always being a menace and acting out to make others laugh.
I remember that morning, Robby was tapping my shoulder and as I turned my head he would hide and do it that repeatedly. To me it became less and less funny as he repeated this game of tap hide and seek. For I knew it was him the whole time. Each time he poked me it just got me even more irritated then the last that I decided to chase him to make him stop. As I followed behind him, my pace increasing with his and my feet scrambling on the floor, he led me to the morning wet grass. Suddenly in one particular area of the grass, I found myself gliding, losing balance, then flying in mid air, falling on my side in a big mud puddle, which to me was not visible to notice. I slid and landed like a baseball player fighting to reach home base.
I felt the moist mud seep through my blue jeans and as I stood up, one whole side of my jeans was covered in mud. There I stood in the midst of all my classmates, embarrassed, as faces stared at me with shock and giggles. A rush of heat rushed within my body and I felt I had to slowly lower my head down. It was the most embarrassing and unforgettable moment I have ever faced. I walked myself to the school office red faced and embarrassed.