October 14,1993
I went back to school yesterday. There was a new and attractive boy in my class. They called him Walter. He sits a seat diagonal from me. I'm not sure why but he seems to glance back every ten minutes. He has sand colored hair, tan skin, and a rocking body. I've never felt this way before, is it normal? Who cares. He's hot and that's all there is to it.
October 15,1993
Walter tried starting a conversation with me today. It was hard to pay attention to him when every fifteen seconds he would flip his hair.The very last thing I actually paid attention to was when he said I was pretty. Last thing I remembered was my cheeks getting warmer and the fire alarm going off.
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Why?
Short StoryA girl in her mid-teens begins to ask herself why everything happens to her.
