Find Your Partner (please)

Find Your Partner (please)

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Another day for me - a high school student. My story begun when i was born and ended when i came to 9th grade. It feels like i am alone here, sometimes if i try hard enough my imagination makes all those faces and sounds disappear, but my name always get's called by one of the teachers. ---------- New chapter every day!! While writing I'm myself, i express my feelings, thoughts that's why I'm writing from main character perspective. I want to think that I'm he. I hope you will feel this vibe as well. Thanks for reading.
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As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection. I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird. I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet. Eight years erased... Eight years to learn... I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for. I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight. My hair is the same blonde, just longer. How odd to have everything the same... yet so different. Completed July of 2019

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