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Backflips
(Is it interesting to read all of these events in my point of view? I called you twice yesterday, because it was your birthday, but you didn't answer. Are you still mad at me for what I said?)
In the summer before Grade Ten, my crush on you had become a constant. I came over to your house almost every day because my mom was never home.
"I bet you can't do a somersault, Kathleen." You had said to me.
"I can too!" I retorted.
"Prove it." I did as I was told, grinning when I finished. "Good, but I bet you can't do a backflip." You had smirked.
"Oh really?" I tumbled backwards, and mid-air, my shirt rode up, exposing my chest. I landed perfectly, turning around to see you staring at me, wide-eyed.
"What?" I asked. You just shook your head. "James, were you looking at my bra?" I asked, glaring at you.
"No!" You exclaimed, following me into the house. Then you creeped up so your mouth was right next to my ear. You whispered, "I was most definitely not looking at your hot-pink bra."
And you were right.
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One Hundred Letters for James
Teen FictionNow that she is leaving her home town for University, Kathleen must come to terms with the traumatic memories of her friendship. She sends a letter with all 100 of the fears that she has due to events that her friendship with James provoked to him i...
