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::La Plata High School, September 29th, 1996, lunch::

He was sitting with his moron friends, those Combs twins. I fucking hated those guys, for being made fun of so much you'd think they'd lay off me.

"Hey mouse!" Benji would cat call. "I got cheese with your name on it."
"Fuck you Benjamin!"
"Don't say that to my brother." The other one would start.
"Fuck you too, Benji-alike!"

I always forgot that kid's name, but then, he didn't say much. He used to follow Kaylie Meyer around and like carry her books, so sad. Still, if I was hot I might think about about having minions to carry my books. I bet Paul would never hold my books, let alone my hand.

I wonder if he remembered Jamie Peters birthday party in 7th grade. A couple of us went into the shed. We were twelve, sheds with other girls and boys sounded really interesting and full of excitement. We didn't know until after we got there that it was really just full of junk, bugs and dust. The point is 8 kids in a shed meant spin the bottle. Paul spun second and I know he only did it cause Jon had pushed him. He got me. He tried to kiss me and I punched him.

I hope he didn't hold that against me.

I was going through the whole change. I'd gotten boobs over the summer and just had my first period, boys were still icky, but now they stared at me. Gross! "Get away from me chubby!" I shouted, then with my "fist of Fury"(as my brothers called it) punched him across the cheek.