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Converse and Chemistry

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     No. This can't be me. I'm not one of those girls, okay? Sure, I can think a guy is totally hot, and there's not many who deserve that title, but I am above that! I'm a deep person! If I'm going to fall someone, then it'll be because of their personality and awesome qualities, not because I find them very attractive! Sure, in first grade, with Eddie I didn't feel that way, but this is 6th grade here! I'm smarter! Besides, Eddie had rejected me. 
     To be honest, I guess it was because of what I read in books. I suppose that was the reason I didn't believe in "love at first sight." I scoffed. You can't love someone by laying eyes on them--what if they're total jerks? Or pretend to be....like Johnny.....I sighed. So, I decided I would never let myself start a crush based on looks. How dumb a promise that I broke so easily. But before that, there's this one kid. This one kid that took my breath away, and made my knees week, and my head spin. Damn the day I ever met you. 

Albert Lionello. All Rights Reserved

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