Proudly, I sashayed into the school grounds.
O.M.G. Is that really her? She is beautiful....
Why is she so pretty?
Puberty must have hit her like a truck...
Bro, she's naturally amazing.
I was gifted with boxes of chocolates, gifts and confession letters. Being paraded round like a celebrity was a sweet lifestyle. I felt important. Needed. Wanted. Treasured. My heart was bursting with joy by the time the dismissal bell rang.
