The Beach Trip_(3)
The Beach Trip I’ve never thought of myself as much of a looker. I wouldn’t say that I’m ugly, but I never thought girls talked about me and I wasn’t really sought after. I was more of the gal pal. I was always hanging out with girls, but I didn’t think that any of them were interested in me. I’m 15, about 5’11”, 150 pounds, and nothing really special. Brown eyes, brown hair, almost entirely average. I was pretty fit, due to my playing soccer, and very successful in school. I’d gone all the way to the ninth grade without a serious girlfriend. I hadn’t even made it to first base. I’d had my eye on one girl since about the fifth grade, Elly Hickey. She was perfect to me; long, dirty blonde hair, with …