Evelin, her story

Evelin, her story

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Well, I'm evelin, I'm 13 and a half and have two best friends, Chloe and Katie. I guess this is my story of life. Chapter 1. "Hi," "Hi, have you got the geography homework?" "No can you print yours off again?" "Yeah..." This is me and Chloe having our usual Monday morning conversation in the library, yes I know what you are thinking, the library! It's supposed to be quiet in there!!! Yeah we'll get over it, we are the librarians! I'm not the prettiest girl either, I am kinda small(ish), have brown hair and eyes, I don't have a lot of freckles and barely ever wear any makeup. That's my backstory bye
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You have no idea how many times I found myself waiting for Riley to come over. But he never did. And I don't know why, but I found myself staring out my window... hoping he'll look out his window and smile at me like he always does... use to anyway. Then again; I missed his lips too. The lips I tasted way too much on Friday. The lips I'm craving to have on me. But they aren't even mine to have. And I feel like my world has slanted and like it's no where near me. Like I have to run an extra mile to make up for every step I should of took; for every step I should be taking. I can't help but wonder why he hasn't come by and apologize. Is he home? Is he with Marie? Does she know? Should I be scared or something? Is he mad at me? Or himself? I stood up and walked up to my full-length mirror that's attached to my closet door. I looked at my naked body. I passed my right hand over my belly. Flat. I raised my hand over my right breast. But I didn't touch it. Sigh. I turned to my side and looked at thigh and my butt. My butt sticks out a bit more than my thigh. As always. Nothing had changed. Just my feelings. My feelings about everything in my life. Suddenly, I felt anger.

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