Magnifying Glass

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When I was in first grade I was harassed. Not because of my over bite, and not because I decided to be a hair stylist and give myself "bangs." It was because I was anti-social. I sat in the corner and stared at my coloring book, praying for hours that the characters on the page would come to life and take me to Never-Land.

I don't know why I only spoke if spoken to. I had a classic "nuclear family." My house hold consisted of my mother, father, younger snot of a brother, and my best friend. My best friend being the rescue Labrador, Squirt. The name is an oxymoron to say the least. The damn beast weighs more then I do, and I'm 17.

I spent the majority of my childhood with my nose stuffed into an old notebook. I wrote literally everything. My dad told me I could write before I could walk. That filthy liar. I never played with kids on the block, and I most certainly didn't have treasured toys. I had a pen and a notebook, and I was set.

My first boyfriend was in the fourth grade. We shared a pretzel at snack time and suddenly we were the talk of the grade. His name was Joshua. I actually hated his guts, but I was populate for once. He broke up with me in the play yard three days later. I acted like I cared, when I truly didn't.

My life remained boring, boring as a rock until year nine. I made a friend. Yes, that's right, I made a friend. Her name was Nyla. And we became inseparable. That was until she got glasses, saw my face, and went with the "cool group."

That's what my high school life consisted of up until now. Well, except for that one time last week, Monday to be precise, when the new kid winked at me, and I fell down two flights of stairs. In the most graceful way possible.

Hey! This is my first story, so please, bear with me! Comments and ideas are greatly appreciated! I love you all, and you'll never know how much it means to me that you are reading this!