Lunchtime

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Meredith ran across the basketball court in the centre of the school, the coolest boy in school following behind. "Wait!" He called. She panicked and ran to the gardens and his behind the nearest tree. Sliding to the ground, sitting cross legged and panting. She couldn't let her crush kiss her, like he wanted. That would be yucky. She couldn't be yucky. She was only ten years old. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as she slowly rose from the grass covered ground. She turned her body and looked around anxiously. She felt relieved and let a huge breath out. "Boo!" a certain boys voice yelled from behind. She let out a yelp. "Can I kiss you now?" He asked.

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