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    A Typical Teenage Mind – (Chapter: One)

    The average teenage girl thinks about sex three times a day. The average teenage girl will explore her own body when at home thinking about sex in her bed, though preferred… the shower. The average teenage girl would rather do it herself than use a toy. And finally, the average teenage girl will masturbate between one and five times a week.

     

    And me? I’m well above average.

     

    I use to be an average girl, maybe a bit less then average. Until she came into my life.

     

    Spencer Carlin. Blonde hair, big, blue, puppy-dog eyes. Little bit taller than me, little bit younger. She was stunning. Her hair glowed in the sun, her features we perfect. A nice, slim body, perfect curves for my hands to caress.

     

    She has perfect grades, a perfect attendance, a perfect body, a perfect reputation and a perfect boyfriend. She is a Goddess around the school, royalty, and head cheerleader. Everyone adores her. Ever guy wants to be her boyfriend, every girl wants to be her.

     

    Except me, I want to be with her. All of her.

     

    I forgot to mention her smile. Her smile is just… wow. There are no words to describe it, it’s amazing. Brilliant white teeth, lush lips surrounded by perfect cheekbones. I’m using the word perfect a lot. That’s because there is no other way to describe her. But her smile, it’s so care-free and genuine… except when she’s with him.

     

    She doesn’t want to be with him, I’m the only one that can see it. The sadness in those baby blues, the usual ‘ping’ when she smiles isn’t there. It’s faltered.

     

    She moved here from Ohio last year, fit in right away. Her brother is the start basketball player and people would rather hang in her crowd than his. She has everyone at her feet, grovelling. She’s surrounded by all these people, yet she is the loneliest person I’ve seen. 

     

    I’m standing by my usual tree, just leaning against it, watching. Watching their crowd interact. Every single one of them trying to get a conversation going with her, yet she isn’t interested, even if she isn’t showing it. She wants to be free, but she always gets suffocated.

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