Lessons Learned-8 RedRiot

One day I was headed for Patrick's physical science class, hoping I would catch him. I got up the stairs and came bursting through the double doors. I was almost to the corner I would turn when Patrick and that girl (that is what I will call her) came walking. She was laughing and tossing her sun-bleached blonde hair over her shoulder. She smiled with slightly crooked teeth framed by flawlessness. Her skin was tan and her eyes sparkled with that star of perfection. She was tall and thin and had big breasts. She was wearing a skirt with a slit up the side that showed off her perfectly smooth tan legs and a tight shirt to flaunt her figure. I hated her. From that moment and every moment I would breathe after that I hated her. Because I looked at him and I saw desire in his eyes when he looked at her. I could see myself in my mind’s eye. I saw my wild red hair and my baggy jeans and t-shirt. I hated my skinny flat-chested body right then. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die as I stood there looking at them with that note for him clutched in my hand. When he saw me he smiled akwardly and stopped. He said hello to me and she waved to him and kept walking. He told me he was in a rush and he would call me after school and then quickly rushed away. I stood there with tears in my eyes staring down at that letter.

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