Good Friends: Part 1				By ErosscribeHi. My name is Melinda. Right now IÕm 14 and in 9th Grade. Well, sort of. Technically IÕm in the the 9th Grade Gifted and Talented (G&T) class at Lowview Memorial High School. BORRRINNNGGGG! What it amounts to is that I took an I.Q. test about 3 years ago and scored really high, which means there are now always a bunch of annoying adults around telling me how smart I am, IÕm busy all the time, and I never get to do anything fun. Well, almost never. : >) So, anyway, this year IÕm taking AP Calculus, Renaissance History, Textual Analysis of the Major Works of William Shakespeare (Advanced English), Intermediate Physics, Beginning Mandarin and Pottery. I really had to argue with my guidance counselor to get to take Pottery, but I convinced her it would help make me a more well-rounded person. <grin> I also play Cello, (regional competition next week) read to old people in a nursing home once a week, serve as a "Peer Crisis Counselor" (which means A) once a month I stay up all night sitting in a basement waiting for the phone to ring in case someone needs to talk and B) go to lots of training sessions) and do gymnastics. IÕm also vice-president of the 9th grade class and a member of Student Council. Yawn.  I also masturbate every minute I can get.. _ Surprised, ya, huh? Us nerds arenÕt supposed to think about sex? See, thatÕs one of the great advantages of being a "good girl." You can get away with all kinds of stuff, cuz nobody thinks you would ever do whatever it is youÕre doing. Well,, IÕm a horndog. Kinda a horndog, cuz to really be a horndog you need someone to be horndoggy with, right? And I donÕt. Well, didnÕt. YouÕll see. Which brings me to the reason my life sucks majorly. I have no body. Nothing. Picture a board with long blonde hair, and youÕve pretty much got me. <sigh> Kinda ruins the masturbation fantasy yaÕll were just having, doesnÕt it?? When IÕm bored I at school I read "erotic stories" ( ( I hate euphemisms Š just call it porn writing) and I know that this is the part of the story where IÕm supposed to tell you what I look like through the use of some clever plot device, like: The towel slipped, revealing her slender, taut young frame in the moonlightÉ.. yada yada yada.. Sorry - not in this story. For all you guys who ask ASL?, hereÕs the L _4Õ1084 lbs.Long blonde hair almost all the way down my back. Sparkling deep blue eyes  24aa-18-20. <grr> Yes, I look 12. Yes, I still stop in the childrenÕs department. I m also the president of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee (IBTC.) So the depressing facts are out.  On the good side, I have a great BFF, Samantha. WeÕve been best buds since 1st grade and she is just the coolest. We do like everything together. People call me Mel and her Sam, but we spend so much time together itÕs like one name. WhereÕs SamandMel?Ya know how people who spend a lot of time together start to look like each other? ThatÕs another really cool thing about us. We look almost exactly alike. We can share clothes and everything. The only differences between us are that Sam has long red hair and grey eyes, and sheÕs a 28a. We weight the same, weÕre the same height, and we were even born exactly a month apart- to the minute _ (SheÕs the old one, lololol) Oh yeah, sheÕs G&T too, President of the 9th grade class and vice-president of the IBTC. Sam and I have a lot of sleepovers - ever since I could remember. Now, from reading lots of these stories on my ibook I know that sleepover is like code for hot sex to follow. Sorry. You can put it back in your pants. The most sexual thing we ever did was when I taught her how to masturbate Š but I didnÕt know what I weas doing and we were like 7. Of course, if nothing happened I wouldnÕt be writing this story. It just doesnÕt happen yet. Deal with it. YouÕve got a G&T girl telling you a story, you lucky person. _ Relax. Anyway, it was Sunday night at it was reallllyyy cold out, so we were in our flannel pjÕs. Another piece of coolness: Without talking about it, we bought the exact same pjÕs on different days at different stores. Freaky, huh? TheyÕre like a light blue with big yellow sunflowers all over them. Cuteness supreme. Anyway, we were almost asleep when Sam asked me if I thought there were any hot guys at school. When I said no, she looked at me with a little smile on her face and asked if I thought there were any hot girls at school. I was kinda shocked - because IÕd wanted to ask her that very question all week- but I was afraid IÕd freak her out. Just as I started to say something,Mom came in and told us we should get to sleep because it was a school night. Like the (mostly) good girls we are, we did. TO BE CONTINUED	 Anyone is free to download this story for personal use <grin.> If you wish to reprint it in any form, or use it in your blog, all I ask is that you please contact me @erosscribe@mac.com, and let me know. If you have any comments about the story (and IÕd love to hear them) you can also contact me at the above address. Thanks!