Crush

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By Becky Louise

There he is, that boy, my crush. He is walking over with a smile on his face, I can feel myself starting to blush. Do I smile back? Do I talk to him? Do I wave? He walks toward me, my heart beat is quickening. When I talk about him my freinds find it quite sickening. Oh My God he is virtually in front of me, I open my mouth to say 'Hello' but he walks straight past me. I turn my head to see that he is with his freinds. It wasn't me he had been smiling at. I have no idea why I thought that. He never notices me. Even though I've had a crush on him since year three. There he is, that boy, my crush

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