The last story, after editing! (Yep, there was an educational point to it)

 “I was sweating so much just then.” said Maggie.

 “You’re always sweating” Janet replied, keeping her eyes forward.

 “Do you think anyone noticed?”

 “I don’t think anyone cared.”

 They walked through the door of the church and Janet changed direction to go around the side to a little alcove. Maggie followed her. Janet reached into a red vinyl handbag and pulled out a packet of cigarettes.

 “Mum would kill you if she knew you were smoking” Maggie said, pulling at the fabric under her armpits.

 “I’ll kill you if you tell her”, the older girl said and replaced the lighter in her handbag as she took a long drag of her cigarette.

 “So, do you think any of the boys saw me sweating?”

 “What?” Janet flicked ash onto the ground, “yeah, maybe. So?”

 The younger girl’s face turned red, “Oh…” she looked down at the ground.

 The older girl took another long drag, closed her eyes, and exhaled a long stream of smoke. She stared at the younger girl.

 “Margaret.” she said.

 “Yes?” The younger girl said. Beads of sweat were on her forehead.

 “You don’t have to worry about boys.”

 “I don’t? Why?”

 “Because boys will never notice you. Don’t you ever look at yourself in the mirror? Your face is too doughy for a boy to like you, Maggie. You’re stern already and you’re only ten. Boys can tell you’re no fun without having to even talk to you.”

 Maggie’s face went redder.

 The older girl laughed, then bent to Maggie’s level and poked her hard in the chest. “You’d better hope these grow if you want any hope of getting a man at all.”

 Maggie started crying, then turned and ran. Her sister yelled after her, ”That’s if you don’t want to die alone!”.

Maggie ran till she was in the church bathroom and locked herself in a stall. Once she’d composed herself, she let herself out of the stall and looked in the mirror. “Ugly”, she said out loud to her reflection, “you’re so ugly”.