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was waiting for my bus when I first noticed him. Justin was the oldest son of
our neighbor. As I heard, he was in his last year at college. I looked at him
absentmindedly; he was nice looking and a little skinny. After some time, I
realized he was looking at me questionably. I was so embarrassed and felt my
blood rushing to my cheeks. I looked away hoping that he would just drive away
and forget this ever happened. I
was on my second year at college but as naïve as a schoolgirl about boys. I
never had a boy friend and didn't expect to have one soon. It isn't that I'm
ugly, it's just that I'm what could be called plum but most called fat. I
don’t hang out with guys because it makes me more self-conscience about my
size. I'm more relaxed with girls, not just any girls, my gang only. Other students call my gang the "cheez'it" because we always make them smile with our jokes as if they we going to have their picture taken. Our little gang has different levels of people. We have the brains, the dreamy, the beauty, the Miss neat, the mysterious, the cool and ofcourse me. I can't think of how people think of me but to the gang I'm the Child. I'm not a geek or the punk. I'm in between. Did I tell you my name? No? Ok, I'm Susan, Susan Micheals… nice to meet you!
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