She sits in class and glances. Smoothing an awkwardly too long skirt over her knees, crossing one leg over another, she tries to look desireable. She cannot.
She sits in class and glances. Remembering the lessons her mother taught her. Don't run, only thieves and children run. Ladies wear their skirts longer, no man wants what he can see walking to first period. And others. And she realizes that her mother was wrong. If they can't see it, they cannot know it's there.
She sits in class and glances. She is a nice girl. She does not get the boy. She sits alone.
She sits in class and glances. Remembering the lessons her mother taught her. Don't run, only thieves and children run. Ladies wear their skirts longer, no man wants what he can see walking to first period. And others. And she realizes that her mother was wrong. If they can't see it, they cannot know it's there.
She sits in class and glances. She is a nice girl. She does not get the boy. She sits alone.
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