Grace
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I loved her. Everything about her, I didn't care that she stuttered, I didn't mind her having acne, and I definitely wasn't worried about what size pants she could fit into. She was perfect to me. But we were from different worlds, each night I prayed that our distance would bring us together. "I have something to tell you." Was how she started her sentence that fateful Monday morning. There was no smirk or snicker like she usually would do when she was fooling around, I knew this was serious. Could my prayers finally be answered? Did she love me the same? Or was she going to toss me aside like she did the rest of the boys in this school. It didn't matter, either way she was going to find out the truth; I loved her.
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They were trouble. You could just tell by looking at them. They didn't talk to anybody, besides others in the group and people in our school spread stories about them all the time. They were intriguing and we all wanted to be apart of them. But of course, they weren't exactly open to letting others in. Overtime peoples wanting to be apart of them lessened or went away all together. But mine never did and I knew exactly why. It was her. The way she held herself and the mystery of what not only they held but what she held to. I figured it would just be an infatuation from afar. But oh how I was wrong.

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