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changelingOnce upon a time....
My old school begins at year 9. In my first year there we put on a production of West Side Story with our brother school. Much to my general astonishment, I got in. It was there I met Liam. I actually met him through Peter, who I was rather attracted to at the time. (I met Peter in the coffee lounge recently, and my goddess I do not know what I saw in him! Put it down to being an emotionally stunted fourteen year old) Nothing ever happened with Peter, but a boy called Evan put the moves on me. Having been somewhat of a social outcast at my previous school, I was gratified that anyone could find me attractive. I went out with him.
Later, on a Sunday as I recall, standing on platform 6 of South Yarra station waiting for my train, Evan informed me that he and Liam had had a bet on who would ask me out (and be accepted) first. Evan had won. Ten dollars had hinged on this.
My old school begins at year 9. In my first year there we put on a production of West Side Story with our brother school. Much to my general astonishment, I got in. It was there I met Liam. I actually met him through Peter, who I was rather attracted to at the time. (I met Peter in the coffee lounge recently, and my goddess I do not know what I saw in him! Put it down to being an emotionally stunted fourteen year old) Nothing ever happened with Peter, but a boy called Evan put the moves on me. Having been somewhat of a social outcast at my previous school, I was gratified that anyone could find me attractive. I went out with him.
Later, on a Sunday as I recall, standing on platform 6 of South Yarra station waiting for my train, Evan informed me that he and Liam had had a bet on who would ask me out (and be accepted) first. Evan had won. Ten dollars had hinged on this.