Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and. And almost never when Josh was around, because it was like teasing him too.I usually ignored that stuff pretty good though, because arguing only made it worse. I just really hated being called Samantha the most. Being called a fag was almost sorta cool, except they meant it in a bad way. But I'd rather be a fag boy than a regular girl, I thought. Of course, Josh wasn't ever gonna see it like that and so he'd had to hit the guy in front of half the school. Like he really was my boyfriend or. "Lindsey, what in the hell are you doing sitting out here in the hall?" Principal Horton, sir, my English teacher, Mr. Lewis, sent me here for discipline, sir."Josh halted in mid-stride, his mouth hanging open. I could see his eyes drift from my face to my outfit and on down to my long, bare legs. His eyes flicked back up to lock on mine and I saw comprehension dawn in the brown depths. Josh visibly straightened and took on an air of authority before coming to stand next to me."Well then, Miss.Read More
