I stood in front of the mirror in my room, and wondered why my mom had gotten me a size too big.
The top of my new purple bathing suit slumped down, obviously meant for someone with huge gazungas. I have some nice boobs, if I do say so myself, but this... this needed to be filled be somebody with an even bigger bust
I slumped back onto my bed and wondered why this stuff happened to me. Why was I a klutz? Why didn't I have boobs? Why did I have to embarrass myself every time I tried to talk to Trevor?
Trevor Hartman (to me, at least) was the cutest guy in town. He was used to my clumsiness, and didn't laugh when I fell. (And trust me, I fell a lot!) Okay, actually he'd laugh, but it was with me, not at me. I think.
He was perfect. He had every thing I looked for in a guy- A sense of humor; cuteness; smartness; blue eyes; blonde hair; all around perfectness.
Alright, maybe not the last one. He did have some flaws, I mean everyone does.
I stood up to go get a snack, and quickly realized my growing hunger was not my biggest problem. Again, the top of this ginormus suit fell over, showing my boobs that weren't. I decided I wasn't going to bother my mom with this issue (since I had a lot of them) and figured that I'd tie my bathing suit with a hair tie.
I changed my clothes and left my room and remembered I forgot to call Marcy yesterday. So I wondered into my kitchen and called her up.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey, it's Winnie!" I smiled, even though she couldn't see me through the phone.
"Oh, hey! So, did you get an invite to Hayley's party?" She questioned.
"Yup! Wanna come over tonight and we can invite some people over here? Like a pre-party!"
"Sure, I'll be there in 10 minutes. Okay?"
"Yup!" I put the phone back in the receiver and cleaned up my room a little bit. After a few minutes, the doorbell rang and next thing I knew, Marcy was walking into my room with her overnight bag.
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