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« on: June 06, 2010, 04:10:51 AM »
I stand there with my hands on my hips, my left foot tapping the floor slowly, like I am afraid the floor might yell "Ow!" If I set my toe down too fast.
In front of me are seven people, one with a cute face, but I wouldn't dare say that out loud, what kind of boy says 'cute'? Seems to be fidgeting with his clothes, like they're too short and he might be afraid someone sees his stomach, but he's skinny, his chest puffs out a bit, and his hair is slightly longer than the rest, but I only notice because I've been staring at him for as long as this description is. Black hair with light eyebrows, his shirt is really big, but his pants aren't.Those clothes were picked by the gym teacher, like everyone's clothes. Maybe the gym teacher is a pedophile.
Second one is smiling, a huge smile, like he's nervous that he knows something no one else knows. Might remember to pressure him a bit. His short blond hair is unkempt, like his pillow started munching on his head when he was asleep. His hands are by his side, twitching ever so slightly. His right foot seems to be trying to escape from the rest of his body. His eyes have that type of gray foggy look, like if I were to stare into them for a long time I'd-what was I thinking now?
Third guy is small, it looks like he has no neck, his face has this weird look to it, like he is ready to burst into a it of giggles. His hair is barely there, like the crops are just about to grow. His clothes fit perfectly, and his black hair and black eyes make him look creepy, like he's just so happy he's here with a bunch of boys.
Fourth guy has this rebellious look, his eyes dart around like we already started playing. He stares at the first boy, who doesn't seem to notice. The first boy has his eyes set on me; it makes me feel a bit nervous as he gets a cute smile on his face. I wonder if I might be gay for him. Anyways, the boy just can't seem to keep his eyes in one place for longer than two minutes. His legs look scrawny, his entire physique does actually.
I give up deciding whats wrong with the rest of the kids, I just pick the first, second and fourth boys. The rest form their own group and we begin to play. Once class is over we return to our lockers, the boy I picked first goes into the bathroom to change, then I'm struck dumbfounded that I didn't figure it out earlier.