Ever have so many choices on something that you don't know what to do? That's what happened with me. I went on home, but couldn't pay attention to anything, not supper, not TV, nothing! How would I use the ring next, I wondered? The possibilities exhausted me, and I went on to bed.
I had a good night's sleep that night, and a decent breakfast. I went on to school. My first class that day was English.
As the bell rang and I sat down in my chair (English was taught in a small auditorium style classroom), I looked at Ms. Fahl. She was generally considered one of the more babelicious teachers at my school. She had dark hair, flawless skin, a beautiful face (with an honest-to-gosh beauty mark by her mouth!), and legs to die for. The only flaw I could ever find with her was that she was so flat-chested.
"Admiring your not so secret crush?" said Sharon Rogers, who sat two chairs away from me. We were good friends.
"Sort of. I just wish Ms. Fahl's breasts were bigger."
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