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The First Girl - Original Writing

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The first girl I ever knew I loved was odd-eyed. She had one shining briste brown eye and one that was lazy and green. It was india green and vibrant, like full summer foliage, with flecks of gold hidden deep within the iris. It never fully look at you; indeed, it seemed to see beyond you. Mikaela was very pretty, but not in the conventional way. Odd-eyes aside, her front teeth were crooked so that one tooth was slightly pushed out and crossed over the other one. Her face was round, her cheeks full and pink, so that something about her looked vaguely Korean, although she wasn’t. Her nose was broad, with a distinct bump mid bridge. Her eyebrows were dark and thick, and if she let them grow they’d meet in the middle of her brow. Her skin was always sunkissed, a delicate brown, and soft like damp earth. Loving girls did not come easily to me, I’d always been afraid of girls, not knowing why. I made better friends with boys, who were rough and not afraid to dirty their clothes in the woods or steal through abandoned buildings. This isn’t to say I didn’t have girl friends, I did, but it seemed much harder to keep them. Perhaps this was because I never felt like a girl, more vehemently than I ever felt I wasn’t a boy, and I was told I was supposed to be one over and over. It’s hard to say why, but when I met Mikaela, I knew I loved her and would not let myself give up easily. I won’t say this girl, the first one I knew I loved, was different from other girls. She was soft,

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