Was it good or bad
Last time most of them saw me, I was only 15 years old. Shy, undevloped, no social skills, and for the most part, a frightening tomboy. They all saw me on Saturday (the 4th) I was outgoing, I was crazy, I had grown up. Non of them knew me. the first words I was greeted with when I walked through the door were litterly "Who the fuck are you?"
From wearing ratty boy jeans, over shirts, and skater shoes, with stringy long hair and a plain face, to tight embroidered jeans, skin tight tank tops, and high heels, with rich wavy hair and a face with color. From tomboy to woman... took freaking five years, but to them, they were speachless. Most of them were surprised with the three ear pericings let alone the tongue stud. In less then an hour I went from being the baby of the family, the ugly duckling, to being one of the gang, and right up there with the older girls in sexyness.
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It's amazing how much one word can change a life, let alone one sentance...
From wearing ratty boy jeans, over shirts, and skater shoes, with stringy long hair and a plain face, to tight embroidered jeans, skin tight tank tops, and high heels, with rich wavy hair and a face with color. From tomboy to woman... took freaking five years, but to them, they were speachless. Most of them were surprised with the three ear pericings let alone the tongue stud. In less then an hour I went from being the baby of the family, the ugly duckling, to being one of the gang, and right up there with the older girls in sexyness.
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It's amazing how much one word can change a life, let alone one sentance...