��� Today is a sick, sad day.� Today, it was impressed upon me, that it is bad, wrong, and yes, even evil, to be peppy.� Yesterday at competition, I pulled my curled hair back in a high ponytail and smiled.� Each of the three judges described me as "peppy".� I think the curled hair and head-bobs gave me away.� I like being happy, cheerful and even "peppy" at times.� I now am finding downsides to my blissful attitude.� Toby is NOT interested.� Fer sure!� Monday I saw him before school.� He smiled.� I love that smile.� I then smiled.� Now he doesn't sit out on the patio alone.� Instead, Toby sits outside the round building, on the grass with two girls who happen to rarely smile and wear all black.� He confused me before; now I am just frustrated.� As much as I say we should be friends, as much as I know we have little in common, as much as I annoy him, I cannot get him out of my mind.
��������� Before my very peppy performance, I stood in position with my head bowed.� I wore a serious expression on my face.� When asked if the soloist was ready, my intent was to snap to attention with a huge grin on my face.� As I stood, waiting, I was excited.� A smile crept onto my face.� I fought the smile and Toby poped into my mind.� I should have been thinking of my performance.� Instead, I was thinking of Toby.� He begins smiling.� The corners of his mouth creep up.� Then he tightens his jaw to hide his happy expression.� I was trying to appear serious.� I was disguising my joy just as Toby does.� When I thought of Toby, my smile grew.� I had to try harder to fight my grin.� My cheeks felt warm as I blushed.� I knew that I must have appeared silly standing in the center of the gym, trying massively not to smile just yet.� When Toby clenches his teeth, to hide his smile, he looks amazing.� I had to fake a serious expression in the name of performing.� I can't imagine why Toby pretends not to ever smile.
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