One in a Milllion

We locked eyes. He smiled. I blushed. And he laughed. Then we passed his car.

"Madi! First day of 7th grade! Wake up!" The way she said that reminded me of a preschool teacher talking to a kid holding scissors the wrong way. So sweet, so nice, so patient, and so fake. I rolled off my bed and threw on my first day outfit. A cream colored lacy shirt with light blue short shorts. Strappy sandals, pair of blue earings, and a gold bracelet. http://ak1.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/35292468/id/
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My hair had been straightened the night before and I was wearing it down with my bangs in a braid. http://www.new-hair-style.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/
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I wanted to try out for the cheerleading team this year since I was finally old enough. I had been running around my neighborhood for training and could actually run 5 miles without a breaking a sweat. Plus I've been doing gymnastics since I was 3 and I've been able to do a round-off double back-handspring since 2nd grade. I shuffled into the kitchen, which was pretty hard to do in my shoes and poured myself a big glass of milk. When I reached into the fridge to grab a yogurt, Alexis came hopping down the stairs. "Top ov the morning to you Mazi! Can you make me some cow pee too?" Alexis though milk was cow pee. If you thought about it, it would kind of make sense. But then you would wonder why you were thinking about it making sense. Everything gets too complicated from there. I poor Alexis some milk. "Here you go Lexi. Cow pee in your pooh bear cup!" 

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