Christine was just a girl in one of my class. I never knew much about her except for that she was strange. She didn"t talk many. Her hair was black and purple, and she worn black sports shoes and a black sweater, although in the summer. She was, in fact, rather attractively, and she never seemed care what the rest thought about her. Like the rest of my classmate, I didn"t really want to get closest to her. It was only when we did their chemistry project together that I begin to understand why Christine dressed the way she did. _________________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________ |