Like anyone else who was waved at and oddly looked at I began to notice new quirky things about the pursuer.
I noticed how she would brush past me. I saw how she tossed that big puffy ratail behind her shoulders. And I saw how she was alienated from the rest of the school community.
How she had to sit alone at lunch. How people would whisper about her clothing. Not trying to be mean but, she was such a spectacle they couldn't resist. But the thing that amaze me was that she did not care.
She didn't give a rat's ass. A damn. Not even a smidgen of attention to them. She did not scream or run off crying when the stupid grade 11 boys came to her table and started asking her out as a joke. In fact, she laughed.
Not a pretentious self-conscious laugh but a full on tear-enthralling chuckle and it made me smile.
How her cheeks turned rosy and some of her curls surrounded her face in a messy golden halo. How her eyes caught the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria and to think those eyes had settled on me was still discomforting.
But the best part of it was her confidence, when she straight up told them "No. I don't have time to waste on idiots."
And so Tamara became beautiful to me.
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Ficção AdolescenteLet 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
