On to the Faith hope love sickle cell anemia awareness shirt What’s more,I will buy this good part: there was a girl that was new to our school in 8th grade, I’ll call her “C” for “cute girl” — remember… we’re all like 13 & 14 back then. C was not the most beautiful girl in the school, but Oh My Goodness! the body on that girl was fabulous!!! She had incredible blue-green eyes, straight long lighter-colored (almost red) brunette hair with natural blond streaks in it, and best of all: was somewhere between a D and an E cup — in 8th grade! Not only was there no fat, ripples, or “cottage cheese” anywhere on her, but her skin was a delicious tan color, but only where the sun shone… the parts where the sun didn’t shine were shockingly pale (I’ll get to that before I’m done). Everyone else had barely developed and had horrible acne, but this girl’s skin was flawless! (She was probably using makeup, but I didn’t know anything about makeup back then.) All of the boys in Junior High (plus the older boys in High School) loved her smooth skin, green eyes, amazing hair, and especially… her beautifully shaped body, and she knew it. She flirted shamelessly with every guy in the school. She would even flirt with the old male teachers to watch them get nervous! C often wore these solid-color tank tops that had loose fronts and not-very-baggy arm holes; she was always bra-less under the tank tops and never caught… because she only wore tank tops under bib-overall-shorts, which had a higher front than the t-shirts did. Since she was large anyway, most people couldn’t tell she was going commando under there.(I knew, because her bottom locker was right next to my bottom locker, and she would just bend over like the guys did when she got her books out… boy did I get quite the eye-full of “heavy hangers” the first time she wore that outfit! I was definitely on the lookout for more views of those the rest of the year.) She must have had 7 or 8 different pair of those shorts, but most of them looked like different types of denim. Basically C’s T-shirts were just red, blue, green, & yellow female versions of what I’ve heard called “wife-beaters” or “Dago-Ts;” the main difference was their front part was higher than a regular undershirt. Whenever C wore these loose-fitting tank tops to school, she would almost always come in to English & History class, and purposefully sit one seat ahead and diagonally from me. The first time C sat there, I was annoyed, because it placed her in my direct line-of-sight to where the teacher would be teaching the class. Then I realized I could hide my book better behind her, and still have a decent side view of her hair and body and all the “annoyance” was gone.
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