Lindsay Anderson

Gillian Lindsay Anderson

"How do your teeth feel, sweet-ie?" Mom asked me, as we made our way from the ortho-dontist to Chick Fil-A for lunch. "They feel weird, and good all at the same time." I replied, running my tongue yet once again over my newly braces free teeth. "On a different note, at least you have them off for your school's Christ-mas ball tomorr-ow!""About that, I don't think that I am going.""Why not, baby?""Even though a plethora of guys have asked me to be their dates for the dance, the person that I want to ask me the most hasn't.""Is this some-body that you want to ask you Scott, by any chan-ce?""How did you know?""A mother just knows when her wonder-ful and amazing daughter is crushing hard on some-one. Besides, your face lights up every-time when you talk about him."