Jane. Jane Smith was her name. She had brown hair, amber skin, and these radiant blue eyes that you can just get lost in when you look into them. And she had a sense of humor like no other. Most girls in my class were all stuck up and acted like they were too good to make a joke. But Jane, she didn't care. She was ready to play football, tag, soccer, you name it. While all the other girls play with the dolls and braid each other's hair. That's what I liked about Jane. She was just like me in a way.
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Her and I became close over the 9 months I was at that school. I had no intention of leaving. Certain things came in the way of my plans. Let's just say as a kid, the adults always get the last say. I remember we were on the playground and I was going to go over to her and confess my love. I had a flower in my hand and a pack of candy from lunch. This is going to be the deal breaker. But little did I know, my competition was over there with her. Making her smile & laugh. All the things a young man does not want to see.
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