There, right under her double butt chin is some stub of dark brown hair. Oh sorry, that cow is what I call Ms. Gurtha. She's the one and only/lonely gym teacher. Her job is to pull the boys gym shorts up from the boxers showing and pumps up girls before doing any activity.
When I mean pumping, I mean massaging each girls shoulders to check if they were wearing a bra. She didn't want any girls breast to show through our thin white shirts while playing. The guys soon start to stare and they stop paying attention to the game.
The next thing you know 6 guys are piled up together with broken limbs. True fact. Me and Cammy were getting ready in the locker room and she kept taking my braid out. " Ugh, stop touching my hair Cam.Today we're doing to do archery and if my hair gets in the way of my eyes again, someone is going to need an organ removed."
I was serious, last year a guy had to get his-- well let's not go there. " Relax, your new Mango Conditioner smells great, so show it off. Guys have to go around girls and help them with their archery, and then when their face is in you hair they'll sniff it and he'll be smelling your lavish hair. From that they'll ask you out, DUH! Now keep it open. And remember, 3 weeks left till the dance!"
She was so good at this guy advice stuff, yet she doesn't have a boy friend herself. " Ok." I sighed. " Go, I'll catch up outside in a little bit." I have a little thing I needed to do. " Okay? See ya, oh and come quick. I heard Ms. Gurtha is going to check the last people out of the changing locker for thier bras. Hurry before she gets you okay. Bye!"
I went quickly to my small coin purse and took out my new lipgloss. I got this for my birthday, but never really used it. The warmth that reached my lips was outstanding. It smelt like a rose being bloomed. My lips were as soft as velvet. I put some smokey eye liner right above and beneath my eyes, and sprayed some new perfume on. I looked like Elizabeth Taylor, sexy. I'm ready for archery. Why wouldn't I be? My lips are-cherry. Like the sport. Lolz, I crack myself up. Man I need a boyfriend; fast! I'm such a loser
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Love Knot
Teen FictionSophie, a fun, charming, yet shy poet once finds a secret love poem about herself from a mysterious lover-boy. Who is he? Sophie soon likes this lover-boy, Mick likes Sophie, Cammy likes Jeremy, and Bridget likes Mick? There is more then that as we...
