Do I Look Like A Jonas Brother?

One By One, Drops Fell From Her Eyes Like They Were On An Assembly Line - Gather, Fall, Slide...gather, Fall, Slide...each One Commemorating Something She Had Lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

What Was It About High School That Made People Think With Their Insecurities Instead Of Their Brains?

Bean, What's One Step Worse Then A Fashion Don't?....a Fashion Don't Even Think About It.

Watching A Make-out While Wrapped In A Blanket With A Guy She Wanted To Make Out With Made Her Feel Exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like Her Thoughts Were Flashing Before His Eyes. Finally Brett Managed To Pull Away Without Consent Of Bekka's Lips. The Confusion Created A Sloppy Bite-a-juicy-peach Sound. Everyone Cringed.

She Didn't Mind A Little Rain. At Least No One Would See Her Cry.