It was the first day of seventh grade. My sisters woke me up earlier than they should've by jumping on me. Boy, were they strong! I hated school. Wished that I would never have to go there again. But as you know, I had no choice.
I got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. My mom had made pancakes. I loved pancakes. The bus came to me house. I got on it.
After a what seemed long bus ride, we arrived at school. She was there already. She looked different. A good different. Taller, for sure, smarter, obviously, way prettier, more mature, a cuter body shape, (she had been really skinner the year before), and had bigger you-know-whats. I'm ashamed to write the actual name. It made me realize why I liked her. No, not for her you-know-whats. For her looks, yes. But mainly for her generosity. She was laughing and talking with her group of friends, as well as being really kind to the new girl, Em. Once again, a girl like her would never want a boy like me.
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Storie d'amoreOkay, so you may know that I'm in the process of writing "Reality." Well, I decided to do a different story with the POV of D and G, with the same characters. I'm taking a break from, "Reality." I will work on it, but when I feel as if I should. Tha...
