Chanda and I

Chanda and I

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It was the beginning of 6th grade. So most of the boys hadn't even touched puberty yet and stood at least 5 inches shorter than most girls, including me. The perfect example was Chanda, 5 feet even and darker than dark chocolate. He was the nerdy looking type with black square glasses that looked almost cartoonish and a lanky figure like he hadn't grown into his limbs yet. We had only two classes together and at first, had never looked each other's way. Until a fire alarm drill brought us closer together in line by last name.
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She was the outsider. The girl that sat at the back of the class and never raised her hand. The girl the sat alone at lunch because everyone thought she was weird for not speaking. She was the girl that had a million thoughts running through her head but had zero guts to say them. She was the girl you don't normally fall for but, then, she became the girl that captured the heart of the guy everyone loved. ---- "Shit, I'm sorry" A deep voice mumbled squatting down to help her up. A rough hand pulled her up and her blurry vision landed on dark eyes. She blinked a few times and her vision came back. Standing in front of her was a boy about her age. A very attractive boy. He was almost a foot taller than her 5'3 height. His black hair was slicked back and his tan skin radiated under the fluorescent school lights. Her mouth was slightly ajar as she stared at him. She hadn't realized how close she was to him until she felt his breath on her lips. She jerked away, grabbed her glasses on the floor and ran away in the opposite direction leaving the boy to furrow his eyebrows at her behavior. However, a small smirk played on his lips as he placed his hands in his jeans pockets and turned in the opposite direction. 'Stupid, Stupid, Stupid' She thought to herself.

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