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I wrote this story about me on a camping trip. It is a true story. The five stars (*****) is the guy I like, and the name blocked out (*name blocked out*) would be me. And lastly, ^^^^^^ would be one of my camping friends. If you would please rate it out of 10. (5/1-, 10/10, etc.) Thank you!!!!! PS: this is just the beginning of the story! And take it mildly. Not too harsh, not to easy. I am a 12 year old, turning 13 in a few days.

Have you ever heard of love at first sight? Like, when a girl sees a guy or a guy sees a girl and at that very moment, you know that they’re the one?
Well meet me, *Name blocked out*. The blonde haired, blue eyed, good-styled, pretty girl. A lot of the time, I don’t feel confident about my body, seeing I am 12 years old and weigh 118 pounds. But when you look at me, I don’t look fat, I look like an average weighted person.
My mom and I were strolling in our car on the way to Canyon Lake, where we go camping every year during Christmas time. The windows were rolled down and my boob-length hair was swaying all over my face, getting stuck on my glossy lips. The scenery was beautiful, there were red mountains with the sun peeking behind their brown tinted edges.
But the best part was the weather. It was perfect. There was a slight 70 degree breeze and the shady mesquite trees peeked over the car, making the perfect shade canopy.
“Are you excited?” My mom wondered, making me practically jump straight out of my seat.
“Yeah. But who all is coming?” I wondered, sticking my arm out the window and trying to make it touch the branches on the rim of the mountainside.
“The ——–‘s, the ———-’s, the —–’s, and the ———’s.” Mom said. “And Steven has his girlfriend coming with him.”
Steven was the ———’s oldest son, about 18 years old. In my head, I wondered how can he have a girlfriend when, he is so ugly!
“And —- ———’s friend is coming. *****, you remember him, right?” Mom wondered, clutching tighter to the steering wheel.
“Yeah.” I said, having completely no interest.
Oh boy but how I wish I had interest. When we arrived, there were two boys sitting on a wooden log about 20 feet long. Their heads were turned toward a campfire to heat there have-to-be-20-degree-cold-hands. I slammed my door as loud as I could when I stepped out to make their heads possibly turn this way. Before they could look, I quickly checked my outfit. Great. My gray skinny jeans were scrunched at the bottom and my blue “rock” shirt was resting slightly over the zipper.
To my surprise, —- and ***** turned around. Wow. I almost died. *****’s brown, soothing eyes practically shouted “I’m so hot”. Which was totally true. He was so hot. Way more than that at least. But I never had noticed it ever until now. Through all the times he was at the super bowl parties we had every year I barely noticed him.
^^^^^^ walked over with her stupid Tigger “Santa” hat and her plain jeans and Kermet the frog shirt. So tacky. How can she be so stupid to embarrass herself with the stupid looking hats like that.
“Hey.” I said, walking over to her above the curb.
“Hi.” She said shortly, smiling and wobbling back and forth like she always does. How stupid, she never goes for a change.
I never try to be mean about her in my head, but she practically wears the same thing every day. Wears her stupid, ugly, croc flip flops. And her hair is always unbrushed and un-thoughtfully pulled into a low pony tail. She never changes. And you would think and 8 year old would know better. But she is still a really nice friend.
“*Name blocked out*, look at this awesome tree over there.” She said, pointing across the grass field.
“Oh, that’s so cool, let’s go climb on it!” I laughed, taking a peek over where ***** and —- were. They were gone. I sighed a sad sigh, and swiped a smile on my face.
We ran to the tree and jumped up onto the first branch which was 3 feet long and 3 feet thick. I ran way up to the top of the first branch and sat there, so tired of all the running.

I think you should think of some false names to represent the **'s and ^^'s. It would be much easier and smoother to read, and since we don't know these people personally, no one would know the difference.