Sixth grade. The time of your life were you feel like you can't be seen hugging your mom or telling her you love her. The time were you discover your body start's to change in strange way's and you're told you now have to wear thing's to protect yourself from embarrassment.
The time of stuffing bra's and sticking out your butt until you can't anymore. The time of fighting over boy's and girl's because that's the only thing that matter's beside's popularity. It's the time were you figure out life isn't all rainbow's and sunshine and people aren't nice.
They talk behind your back and tell you thing's they don't mean like I love you and they're to young to actually realize they don't mean it. It's the time of beating your face with makeup so your crush will like you, but then seeing the mistake you made after the not so nice boy try's to stick his hand between your leg's.
It's the time of boy's and lotion bottle's because dad didn't have THE TALK with brother like mom did with sister. It's the time of "Don't eat that you'll get fat." or "Try two finger's." or "I'm not hungry." and last but not least "I'm okay."
Nobody was ever ready for middle school but they went in blindly thinking it was all going to be okay.
They couldn't have been more wrong.
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GROWTH YEARS
Short Story"Hey what do you wanna be when you grow up?" "I wanna be me when I was little." "Why?" "Because she happy."
