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It happens to the best of us. One day its the highlight of our health class, and then next day you find yourself lying there confused. It's hard to say how this all happened - hell I don't even know! Well, ofcourse I know on literal terms when I try to think about it. I can remember when I first saw her. She seemed so sweet, and I instantly fell head over heels just off the basis of her appeal. She was about up to my nose (bring hand up to show height), dyed to be a brunette and she always wore her hair down in curls. I remember she wore a thick layer of makeup - covering the bags under her eyes. You never did notice them though, atleast not until you got close enough, but getting close to her didn't matter. She had a radiant beauty about her that drew away from everything else. Always on her toes with joy, ready to start the day. She got decent grades when she first transfered to our school. She just seemed so (pause) so... perfect. She was put into my english class. Only fifteen years old and thinking about wanting to grow up, I was in a daze. Third row, last seat, she got placed right behind me. Being how nice I am on a regular basis, I decided to say hi and welcome her to our school. Just kidding, thats not my style at all. Actually she tapped my shoulder to borrow a pencil, and I lent her one. Thinking about it now, it was my favorite pencil. Pink with purple sparkles on it, a yellow eraser, and purple lead. Weird, I know, purple lead. I never did get that pencil back, but at that time I didn't care. She was my.. my.. (struggles to find word).. my fantasy if you will. She was everything I wanted in a friend.. (pause) you know (realization), she was everything I wanted in myself. (Get excited as you go on with each trait) The character, the look, the social life, the family, the money, the guys, and even the grades! Everything I've wanted to be my entire life is exactly what she was! Weeks went on without a word spoken between either of us, and I couldn't get her out of my head. Finally, the day came. It was the last day of exams, and sixth hour came. We sat in our same seats and she tapped me again. Thinking about the excitement jumping through my veins from the idea that she would even come close to conversing with me, I remember the lack of enthusiasm I had when all she did was ask to borrow a number two pencil. Atleast I got something. I gave her a generic pencil figuring I wouldn't get it back. After our sixth period exam, she changed the rest of my life. Yep (look into the "distance" into the back-left side of audience), (Breathe in deep breath, hold lips together and blow out through "crack" in the middle of lips.) she sure changed the rest of my life.
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It happens to the best of us. One day its the highlight of our health class, and then next day you find yourself lying there confused. It's hard to say how this all happened - hell I don't even know! Well, ofcourse I know on literal terms when I try to think about it. I can remember when I first saw her. She seemed so sweet, and I instantly fell head over heels just off the basis of her appeal. She was about up to my nose (bring hand up to show height), dyed to be a brunette and she always wore her hair down in curls. I remember she wore a thick layer of makeup - covering the bags under her eyes. You never did notice them though, atleast not until you got close enough, but getting close to her didn't matter. She had a radiant beauty about her that drew away from everything else. Always on her toes with joy, ready to start the day. She got decent grades when she first transfered to our school. She just seemed so (pause) so... perfect. She was put into my english class. Only fifteen years old and thinking about wanting to grow up, I was in a daze. Third row, last seat, she got placed right behind me. Being how nice I am on a regular basis, I decided to say hi and welcome her to our school. Just kidding, thats not my style at all. Actually she tapped my shoulder to borrow a pencil, and I lent her one. Thinking about it now, it was my favorite pencil. Pink with purple sparkles on it, a yellow eraser, and purple lead. Weird, I know, purple lead. I never did get that pencil back, but at that time I didn't care. She was my.. my.. (struggles to find word).. my fantasy if you will. She was everything I wanted in a friend.. (pause) you know (realization), she was everything I wanted in myself. (Get excited as you go on with each trait) The character, the look, the social life, the family, the money, the guys, and even the grades! Everything I've wanted to be my entire life is exactly what she was! Weeks went on without a word spoken between either of us, and I couldn't get her out of my head. Finally, the day came. It was the last day of exams, and sixth hour came. We sat in our same seats and she tapped me again. Thinking about the excitement jumping through my veins from the idea that she would even come close to conversing with me, I remember the lack of enthusiasm I had when all she did was ask to borrow a number two pencil. Atleast I got something. I gave her a generic pencil figuring I wouldn't get it back. After our sixth period exam, she changed the rest of my life. Yep (look into the "distance" into the back-left side of audience), (Breathe in deep breath, hold lips together and blow out through "crack" in the middle of lips.) she sure changed the rest of my life.
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