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Joined: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:05 pm Posts: 1584
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***Reece***
Barbies were my life when I was a kid. I would dress them up in frilly dresses and make them act like those blondes on chick flick movies.
I loved them to death.
At the time Brats were the in thing and I'd be made fun of because I stuck to barbies. To me Brats were just big headed dolls that were a wannabe barbie.
I used to have my barbies thrown in class thanks to mean boys and stuck up girls. I remembered crying constantly to the teacher about it, but all she did was have a "talk" with the kids. And by talk I mean tell them no then give them a cookie.
Oh yeah I was mad.
One day I told the bullies to stop it or I will do something about it.
They pointed and laughed.
I was not the type of girl to fight at all. It was bad...
Oh so bad.
The next day I hid my barbies in my backpack hoping they don't find them.
One kid named Bryston asked, "Where's the dolls?"
I clutched my bag. "I didn't bring them."
"Lair they are in you're bag!"
He grabbed my backpack and yanked on it but I held on as tight as my little fingers will hold.
"Enuff!"
We both stopped to see a dark blonde haired boy staring harshly at Bryston.
The boy grabbed my bag and yelled at the boy to stop messing with me.
That's how we first met:)
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