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The Elusive Grey

I was tired of being the girl that you could joke around with, but never ask to the dance.
I decided to become the elusive “Grey”. During break, I didn’t talk to anyone. I’d reach into my bag for a pencil and paper.
Gradually, I grabbed their interest. “So, what do you like to do?” They started asking me. I’d bat my eyelashes and mumble something about reading and writing.
I had roped them in. I had them hanging on every word that fell out of my mouth. Other females began to secretly despise me. After all, they were used to all the attention.
I joked with them, and they constantly asked if I had a boyfriend. “Wouldn’t you like to know!” Was my witty reply.
Every last one of them followed me as I tiptoed about in my skinny jeans. (And all of this without the slutty connotation.)
And that is how the elusive Grey got hurt.

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