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AMY
Amy
I hate this school.
Middle school was better. In middle school, I only had to worry about two grades of guys starring at my obnoxiously huge chest.
Now it's four.
Guys here are such pigs. I mean, I may be the only girl in school already wearing double D's, but seriously. It's just skin. Why are guys so attracted to our breasts? On several occasions, I've actually had to say, "My eyes are up here." to a guy. My blonde hair doesn't help either. Most girls are jealous of my large bra size and my perfect curls. I'm jealous of the opposite.
Soph.
I envy her 32C boobs and her jet black hair that gets frizzy when it's hot out. I envy those shockingly gorgeous blue eyes that make my hazel ones look plain. I envy that when we walk to class together, no one is starring at her.
I envy Lance for having her heart, whether he knows it or not.
I've never really liked guys. Sure, I've dated them and I think they're hot, but all they ever want to see is my bra size and how easy a lay I am. Girls are different. We communicate better. We understand each other better. And although others may disagree, I think girls are better kissers.
Obviously no one knows this, or else they might hang out with me. The problem with teenage girls is they sneer at those who have a better shot at the guys then they do. If you have an awesome body, a pretty face, or can do magic with your mouth, other girls avoid you. I've always noticed that the girls with hot boyfriends tend to have little friends of there own. Soph hangs out with me because she isn't a flirt. She's only into Lance.
If I could change anything in the universe, that would be it. They say more than what is spoken,
Promises always get broken.
