One summer, when I was in middle school, I went camping for a few days and when I came home, I was looking in the mirror at myself and I knew there was something really weird about my face. I couldn't quite place my finger on it, but there was something abnormal about the way I looked. (Before my brothers leave a bunch of rude comments, I'm talking about there being something different than the way I usually looked, not just that my face in general is weird; I'm much more attractive than all five of you).
After staring at myself for like 10 minutes, I finally gave up on figuring out what it was that was weird and started to walk away. Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced back in the mirror and I realized that my forehead was sticking out an inch. That is no exaggeration; my forehead was seriously sticking out an inch. I looked like some weird alien person on Star Trek.
I freaked out and was positive that I was dying a very slow, soon-to-be painful, death, until my mom assured me that it was probably some weird, hopefully non-permenant, reaction to a bug bite. My little brother was sure that I had somehow been abducted by aliens and the thing in my forehead was an alien's baby.
I could make this story very long and dramatic, but to make it a little shorter, whatever it was that was in my forehead slowly moved down my face (making me look several different ethnicities) and was gone after two weeks.
I still have no idea what bit me or if I was actually abducted by aliens, but next time I go camping, I'm taking a stellar outdoor survival kit.
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