Yikes!! "Do I look good? Is my hair nice? Is he coming?", I'd say insecurely. I can remember being the tallest sixth grader on earth, well at least that's what I thought way back when. The pressure of being pretty was so not what I was thinking about I just knew beautiful couldn't fit in my vocabulary. I was HUGE, no seriously I was 5'7 in the sixth grade. See now at seventeen 5'7 is perfect but back then if the world would have ended I would've blamed it on my big bones. Looking back I was pretty ignorant about it, and the only people who bullied me about it are the guys who admire me now. Except this one guy, and I couldn't quite figure out why. He was all cool and to himself, and Me? I was loud and punctual. In fact I could go socialize and entertain all day but for him he would just blend into the back. I would get all shy around him and run. He could walk right up to me and have a full conversation while his friends tussled and fought after school like wild monkeys. While we sat, waiting patiently for our tired parents who took their slow time to come retrieve their energized kids. Boy,oh boy, when I got home the only thing I could talk about was him and my Nana would always say, "Girl, you better stay away from those boys!" I'd smile as I completed my homework with my stomach completely filled with butterflies. Anxious for the next day, I'd lay out my cute oxford pleated skirt and my bright yellow polo school shirt. Charter schools can be so tedious and everyone had to look the same; Not I! I wore my long socks with my two pressed pig tales because my big cousin from Arizona was in town and she loved doing my thick-long hair.
This day was going to be different and I felt it in my soul. It was a Friday, my hair was done up all nice, our cheerleader sleep over was later that night, and my grandma was finally letting me join my team! I pranced around the halls smiling and carrying on. I hadn't saw my guy friend all day and I figured after a while he might not have attended school or that maybe he was avoiding me. I continued on with the day and right before the day ended I saw him. Probably would've ran, like usual, but this time I sat in the hallway and waited for him to acknowledge me before he could see that I saw him. And before I knew it he was right in front of me jocking with his childish buddy and what not. I looked up at them, "whats so funny little boys?" and they laughed at me. What else could I do? I started laughing as well. His friend walked away and said, "Bet you wont kiss her."At this point I'm all confused and in the mind I AM LIVID because why would he want to kiss me? Why would I kiss you? Do people really kiss their boyfriends?Kissing is nasty!... That boy bended over, grabbed my blushing checks, and pecked my virgin lips.
I decided to blog to you "My first kiss went a little like this"...To show my young audience that young love is OKAY! (Now I am not encouraging any one to conduct their selves in a disorderly manner or live off of the choices I have made.)
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