We hadn't seen each other all summer because you were in London.
You sent me post cards and a picture of you and Big Ben.
Seventh grade started and I was scared.
Middle school here I come, all alone.
I walked through the crowded hallway scared.
I felt ugly.
My darker tone, The new acne, my curly hair a wild mess. My boobs larger then the rest of my classmates.
My outfit misshaping me.
I thought I looked cute.
My mom lied to me.
Down the hall way, I saw you.
Your olive skin tone, your dirty blonde hair, your green eyes, this freckles.
"Hey I missed you" you ran to me and hugged me. The British accent you gained over there showing.
"I missed you too. Tell me everything."
"Oh my god it's a lot"
Three months changed you so much. You were taller, wider, masculine, your voice deeper and not as squeaky.
You looked at me different. You didn't look at my eyes.
You stared at my chest.
What happened to you?