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lessons since the age of 6 and liked Beethoven and Chopin. No rock and roll in my house.) He then talked to me almost every day after mentioning his favorite band. I was now in heaven even when Nancy came on the bus and kicked me.

A month went by and George and I became friends. Well, sort of friends. He waved to me in the hall and gave me the thumbs up and said, "YEAH! Boston" every time he saw me in the music room. How would I explain this to my Mother? I just didn't.

Nancy broke up with George in the spring of my freshman year. She found someone taller and stopped kicking my shin. I was thankful for that tall guy she found.

It was a Friday afternoon and George walked up to me in the closet where we stored our instruments and said, "YEAH, Boston! Want to stay up to school with me today?"

What? Stay after school? I had homework and projects to work on. Yes, even on a Friday I did homework. What would I do after school with George? Did he want me to help him with his school work or?

"Um, yeah but I have to be home by 3 o'clock." I stuttered.

"Well, that only gives us 20 minutes. Just be late. Tell your parents you got detention." he replied without a thought that the word "detention" was completely foreign to me.

"They wouldn't believe that. Well, I really want to hang out after school so I will tell my parents I have to help clean the library, OK?" I just had no clue how to be cool.

"OOOOK..Boston, YEAH! I will meet you out back by the football field. We will make-out."

George walked away flipping his drum sticks in the air. I once again wanted to pee my pants. This time not from excitement.mostly because I'd never kissed a boy before. I was totally screwed. On top of it, I looked so dumb in my shiny polyester shirt with cats all over it. I was wearing my sister's bra and had no boobs. I wore the bra with that shirt because I didn't want anyone to see the tell-tale lines of an undershirt. Yes, I was a pirate's nightmareno chest.

I panicked. All the girl that kissed the cool boys had boobs. I had no boobs and had never kissed a boy. I had straight A's.on my report card and in my bra size.

Before school ended I went into the bathroom to put on some Bonne Belle cheek blush (I'm positive I looked like a clown) and brush my teeth. Fresh breath and a rosy cheeks might keep George from noticing I was flat chested.

Suddenly I had a thought. Not a really smart one, but my wheels were turning. I went into a stall and started unrolling toilet paper. Quickly I started stuffing it

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