By Jenna 
Date: 24 September 1998

Beautiful

I could feel his eyes traveling over my body.
Memorizing each curve and freckle.  
Every inch; top to bottom; inside and out.

"Please, stop staring at me." I blurted out
with out turning around to look at him.

"I'm sorry if I like to look at beautiful things."
I could hear his body shift turning to face 
the other way.

Out of the corner of my eye I could 
see his head turn and his eyes return 
almost impulsively.

Nobody has ever called me beautiful before.