Boys are so silly. That's what Jenny thought as she looked at her round ace in the mirror. Why do I have to be all angles to be attractive? What am I supposed to do? Put socks in my bra? So I don't have boobs. So what? They'll just sag when I age.
Jenny was wondering if she should start speaking in a little girl voice and purring, "Tommy. What big muscles you have!" She thought Tommy liked her - or at least might like her if she could think of a way to get his attention. Should she punch herself in the mouth so she could have Jolie lips? (Jenny thought they were ugly and probably fake.)
Maybe she'd just become a lesbian. It might be easier. Women were so much better to talk to. Sometimes they even listened to what you were staying without stealing peeks at your boobs or sniffing to see if you were lubricating. Boys! Men! What silly inventions!
She thought about pushing Tina down the steps in front of school so she'd mess up her happy angular face but Jenny wasn't really that bold a person. "Go, team, go! Go, team, go"' That's about all Tommy's beloved Tina could say. What a dummy!
Jenny just didn't get boys at all. They mocked her mercilessly. Even some of the girls were cruel. Sure she wasn't a fashion model but they treated her like a freak! People!
"This might wow them. A little teal eyeliner for my right eye. A little blue for the left. And to be really radical... no color for the middle eye."
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(This is a hurried first draft. I might edit after I run some errands.))
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