Wow this girl.
I remember when I first met you beginning of the year. That kinda different Vietnamese girl straight fresh from Vancouver, moving to a new school.
We talked, I learnt a bit about you, you spoke three languages , had friends in different cultures, I even remember you wore this romper dress thing that day too.
I liked you, and I wanted to know more about you. The awkward goodbyes and waves in the hall were nice.
But then you changed.
Eventually the only time I see you is outside smoking with the wangstas and shit, I hear nasty rumours about you, and you looked like any other slut in my school.
First impressions are nothing, I never think a girl as innocent anymore.
^ LOOL, although I don’t know you, I totally know who this is about! :P
