With a girl!

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Moving into my own room was so exciting. I really wanted to be alone, just a little bit far away from my big sister. It was the best thing that had happened to me in months. Demola drove me that morning to my hall, complaining throughout the drive about my clothes. He went on and on, he still hadn’t been able to understand that a girl never has too many.

That night I lay on my bed feeling like a proud room owner, I was already decorating the room in my head when a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I thought to myself ‘first friend!’ I was just too excited.

She stood like she was a model, such broad shoulders, perfect shape and flawless skin.  Uche was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Looking at her, I felt the heat rising inside me and this made me uncomfortable; only Demola had ever made me feel that way. I shrugged it off and was able to get the word out; I said “hi” having this sheepish smile plastered on my face. She smiled back at me not taking her eyes off me. There was something to that look I just couldn’t place it. Holding out her hand she said “hi, I’m Uche, I’m two rooms down the hallway, welcome to our block”. I just smiled and said “thank you”.  The next morning she came over to help me unpack, I was happy; I really needed the extra hand.
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