I slipped on a light t-shirt and short skirt, minus the bra and panties to hopefully take care of something before she showed up. Heading downstairs, ... went to put coffee on and pulled out some cookies. Whenever Noelle needed to talk, it was always about something bad. She would always spend a long time here, but what else could I do? That's what friends are for. I strolled over to the couch and sat down on the edge, hiking my skirt up in the process. There was no time to waste, and I started. I had a track meet on Wednesday and Eddie played soccer on Tuesday and Thursday. Our parents were also very busy, but they never missed one of our events. If my brother and I had events on the same day, Mom would go to one and Dad to the other.Between running track and gymnastics, I was getting much stronger, especially my legs. I loved the way my legs looked when I wasn't exercising, but when I started to do anything that required muscles, they looked more like a boy's legs. My muscles would. Someone must have placed it on top and forgotten to remove it.After returning to his body, he got out of the chair and went to the armoire. Sure enough, the key was right where he had seen it while in the spirit. He decided that tonight, he would leave his room and look around a bit.Sitting himself in the chair, he closed his eyes and began his breathing routine, to relax and to get into the meditation. Silently, reciting his mantra he allowed thoughts and cares to leave his mind finally,. "Fuck you!!!" And she walks off towards Brian.Instantly I'm remorseful. I hate making her mad. Perhaps I hadunderestimated how agitated she was by Kimberley trying to cut her lunch.As she separates from me I can sense she is still seething. I don'tthink Cinders has ever been this mad with me, I find myself reflecting.But over what? Me trying to date the popular, pretty girl.Well that's not fair. (Now maybe I'm not so remorseful any more.)She's probably just hormonal.Maybe I will date.