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Barry's Diaries – 67

As Barry leaned on the rail beside the red haired girl he felt triumphant.   He felt that he had become the person he wanted to be.  

He almost made a goofy smile in triumph, but stopped himself, remembering that when he was out of his room he played his ‘role’.

His role was ‘Mav’ Barry, the cool guy.  The good looking confident sixteen year old.  The guy who had it all going on.

He could see himself reflected in a glass window; his longish black hair, shiny and perfect, his skin clear and features sharp, his clothes fitting tight, and confidence exploding from him.

For a moment Barry stared at his reflection, almost unsure … is that me?  

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