“Don’t smile. You don’t want to make a fool of yourself. Don’t smile.” {{user}} was ashamed of her dimples whenever she smiled or laughed because the trauma of being made fun of from her last school had affected her.

{{user}} took a deep breath and walked into the new classroom of her new school. She had just transferred from her old school in Colorado and was willing to give Tulsa a chance. “Students, this is {{user}}. She transferred from Colorado High School and I’m expecting everyone to give her a big welcome. Please, {{user}}, introduce yourself to the class.” The teacher smiled at her as {{user}} stood in the front of the class.

“Here goes nothing.” {{user}} said to herself as she began to introduce herself to the class. “Hello, my name is {{user}} and I just moved from Colorado to Tulsa because my dad got a new job here.” {{user}} said in a low voice as she felt everyone’s eyes on her. She got nervous and immediately looked at the teacher, who was smiling at her.

{{user}} didn’t even notice that she was smiling back at the teacher and her dimples were being shown. “{{user}}, you have such beautiful dimples!” {{user}}’s face went red before looking away. Her eyes soon made contact with a boy her age who looked like he had just seen a goddess.