My 7th Grade Job

My 7th Grade Job

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You know how teachers always say school is a career? Like they say, "Welcome to your 7th Grade Career." We students know that's bullshit. A career is something you do but love, and a job is something you do, but hate. So, I'm choosing to call this year, "My 7th Grade Job." Seventh grade hasn't been going so well. My teacher and my body hates, I'm scared to go to recess in fear of getting my ass kicked by the soccer kids, and on top of all that, there's this really, really cute/hot/holy-shit-it's-the-girl-of-my-dreams, 8th grader named Kaitlin that I'm falling for faster than my balls dropped (I tend to make jokes like those.) Should I face my fears? Should I be brave? No that's stupid. I'd rather sit inside during recess and talk with my friends, and stare at Kaitlin in a totally not creepy way. Well, it's less of staring and more of a thoughtful gaze (for like 10 minutes.) What's going to happen at the end? I don't know, but I'd love if you would take the journey with me. P.S. Is it weird to like an 8th grader? No, right? I'm not thatttt much younger than her. And grade is just number. I can get her. If I sit back and pray, it'll just happen, probably. Worst case scenario, I drown my sadness in a good book.
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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