Her Story

It was late in my 14th year and as usual I was obsessing over, you guessed it a boy. But he wasn’t just any boy no he was the boy. He was the object of every female in the schools' admiration, even the taken ones. We all lusted after him and the worst part was he knew it. That was, of course, until my best friend came along. Her name was Zoe she moved to our little town at the beginning of freshman year. She was the same age as me but you could never tell she was that young. She was beautiful, her hair went to her waist in a light purple curtain of curls and the ends were dyed dark purple, she was the perfect height, short 5'5, she had bright blue eyes and always wore dark eye make up and dark red lipstick that wonderfully complemented her perfect porcelain skin, and she had this amazing body with all of these curves, her body was the definition of perfect with just enough stomach for it to be nice, she was the only freshman that had achieved that body type and it caught his attention, she caught his attention immediately. This is her story.