Nothing else had changed thatmorning. Everything was the same as it was the night before. Which was arelief. I wish one thing had changed though. I wi...h I wasn't still on myperiod. Which was not fun at all. And I really feel for women now. Ican't believe so many women deal with this every month. It's remarkable.I feel bloated, these cramps are killing me, and dealing with bloodpouring out of me is just disgusting. This will definitely take somegetting used to. But it's all part of being a. Believe me, back then that’s all it took.Later Dad announced we were going to BBQ on the patio and have drinks and a few laughs. My Grandparents offered to go to the local grocery to get supplies. They tasked Katie to make a list of everything we needed and then the 3 of them jumped in the car and were off. I politely declined to go saying I needed the pool to be in tip top shape. This wasn’t exactly a lie. I just didn’t want to leave Amanda. Shortly after they went to the grocery store I was. I was speechless for a moment and then I realized she was not sleeping at all. She was so planned on what she had to say. A person who wakes up and catches you like that would screaming and yelling. She was way to calm for that. I said to her exactly what I was trying todo. I wanted to take a picture of your panty I said to her. She said it's a thong. I said okay then even better, I wanted to take a picture of your thong. She says to me why you have a fetish for thongs. I said yes I have a. We were both very thin and both had sapphire blue eyes, a trait in my family. She had pink, powdy lips while mine were pink but less powdy. The only real difference we had between us was that her chest started to really poke out. Other than that we looked almost like two 12 year old twins.“Hey Mikhail,” she said. “Let’s climb up the hill.” Before I could say anything she grabbed my hand and we were running toward Bunker Hill.It’s not exactly what you think. The actual Bunker Hill is thousands.