My name is Miki Uno, but my friends call me Amy. I’m a 17 year old senior at St. Mark’s All-girl academy. We moved to the states about five years ago from Japan. And I love it here, the fresh air and the people. But what I mostly love about this place, well more a person than a place, is Sara Ryan. She’s my best friend, but I always felt something more for her. I would call it love but the fact that I never been in love makes what I’m feeling impossible to understand.
Now about me, I have long silky hair that reaches about mid-back. My eyes are almond shaped, and I have a round face, which I think looks chunky. I’m about 5’1”and a half with too big of a bust line and a slim waist. My breasts are about 38 DD. I hate them, along with my pale skin, they are so heavy when it’s a gym day and I keep getting stared at every time I go out with friends and the fact that I’m so pale just adds to the imperfectness of my body. Also, I have no butt to speak of it all flat back there. It’s so embarrassing. My butt couldn’t even come close to Sara, which is round and firm, well from a distant any ways. She is so cute, she is 5’4” with long legs to die for that hold up a perfect ass, her waist is slim and her chest is about a C. However, what really draws your attention is her face, and that killer smile she gives everyone. Her face alone would cause super models to stop in their tracks and stare. Her skin is flawless and looks to be so soft it screams that it wants to be caressed. Those perfectly plum lips that are the color of roses and high cheek bones all highlight her deep smoky green eyes. They all rest perfectly on her beautifully round face that’s surrounded by her wavy chestnut hair. I’m always left breathless after I talk to her.
Enough about that, this is the story of how my feelings were met. It was a normal day as well a very dreadful day. Unfortunately it happened to be a gym day, and being a girl with huge breasts it was always painful. I was in English, which is one of my favorite classes because I have Sara in it with me. I looked at the clock dreading the next last few minutes that I had because PE was next. Just the thought of being in PE made my stomach turn. I looked over to Sara and saw that she looked a little confused about something, knowing Sara it was probably the lesson we were covering. I knew Sara hated English because she often referred to it as the evil-teachers-hate-students subject. Thinking about her hate for English made me smile. Today just so happen to be an individual work day so the teacher had left to get that day’s homework assignment, but never came back. I walked over to Sara desk and casually gave her a hug thinking nothing of it since I did all the time.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” I giggled. Looking a bit surprised about her hesitation on her reply.
“Oh hey Amy, it’s nothing, I just got a schedule change since, you know, Mrs. Lowyer is on leave.”
“That’s right, so what class do you have next?” I asked.