Despite what you expected, I did not float across the caf and sit beside Tamara Winsingdale.
I ignored her.
I pretended that she was petty, and not worth my while, even though I knew she was. I kept talking to my friends while she shook her arms wildly. I pretended she didn't exist.
But in honesty she was driving me mad.
Her with her frizzy ringlets falling down her face. Her with her skin white like snow (pun unintended) and transculent. The girl with lips too big for her face and absurdly rosy.
Tamara was making me crazy.
And she knew it.
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Pretty-UglyGal
Genç KurguLet me introduce you to the most spontaneous, random, beautiful, crazy, ugliest girl I know, Tamara. She doesn't care what you think of her because she is Tamara. "Just try..." she whispered
