Another Day at the Desk

Kelsey was in my 6th grade class. She was thin and gangely but not tall and when she walked she bounced a little on the balls of her feet the way some people do. It's sort of like walking on your tip toes, if you know what I mean. I have seen quite a few people walk this way and I don't know why they do it, but I think they must have amazing calves. Her hair was dark brown, below the shoulder and it curled at the ends. She wore it half way up everyday with a giant nineties hair clip in it.


Kelsey was not the most popular girl but she was accepted I believe because she had good posture and spoke clearly. I was taller than her. Not only was I a lot taller than her, I was also much larger chested than she was, eleven and a half years old in a C cup. None of the other girls were developing and they wore training bras for kicks.


There was some class agenda. Everyone was working on a project and I got up from my school desk to get some tape or something, and she had come to get some tape as well, or perhaps the stapler. I don't recall the conversation, I think perhaps there wasn't one because she and I never spoke to eachother. She looked up at me with her sharp eyes and in her bold way she said, "Ya know Sarah Beth, I think they should call you Sarah Bra instead of Sarah Beth, because your boobs are so big."


I was taken aback by this but tried my best to hide it and said nothing to her. I nodded as if to say, "Well Kelsey, I will keep that in mind." I also remember feeling rather embarrassed. I believe the reason I said nothing on this occasion is because I was quite shocked, and wanted to diminish her statement by not lingering on the topic. I discretely checked my peripheral vision to see which boys were in local proximity and heard the bold thing she said. There were a few that at such a distance, may or may not have overheard, and if they did, they pretended not to.



Needless to say, the girl was flat as a pancake, and even now I can not figure out why I was afraid of her. No that's not true. I am still afraid of her. She still makes me nervous. My mother said she was probably jealous of my early development. This, was very hard for me to believe because, I was not proud of the blobs emerging on me. I really thought Kelsey and the other girls had the better deal, and would have just handed them over if that was possible.