Next thing I knew, I started feeling woozy. I need to stop this. Now. But I like this. A lot.
"Hey I'll keep mouth shut if I can come back tomorrow, got it?"
" Sure, sure." The pale boy slurred. "Anyway babe, never got your name. Could you tell us?"
Did he just call me babe? I just met this kid. Whatever he's high so he doesn't know what he's saying. I take another look around the circle before I answer. "Brinna." I say. "My name is Brinna but I like to go by Bri or Brinn." I turned to leave and out the corner of my eye, I saw someone vaguely familiar. Man, I know that chicks face but my head is stuffed so full of cotton balls right now to process anything. Oh well. It doesn't matter anyway. And how do the teachers not smell this down the hall or on the kids anyway? What if they're able to smell it on me? I hurried to my gym locker, put on a extra shirt I keep in there, spray on perfume and hair spray, and add some deodorant for the final touch. I even brush my teeth with my travel- sized tooth brush to make sure my tracks are completely erased.
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Just A Girl Thing
Teen Fiction"The question in life really isn't 'Who do you love?' It's 'Who are you willing to be weak for?'"
