First Day of Sixth Grade
I first saw her on the first day of class when I was in sixth grade. Her slightly bigger, louder and frankly more obnoxious twin sister was talking to a bunch of boys and she was just standing behind her quietly, just waiting. Waiting for what though? I don't know why, but my eyes insisted on staying glued to her. She was tiny with flawless pale skin and shockingly red hair. All of a sudden her eyes met mine. I felt my face flush and my eyes go down. I shook myself. I'm gonna be late for History or something. I felt dazed, but why?
A Week Later
That girl, I just found out that her name is Emily. She...she, I dunno she intrigues me, I guess. I feel like I want to know more about her. When she's not looking, I feel like I can't stop myself from staring at her. She is so cute. What the hell? Why am I thinking that? She's a girl. But...but other girls are allowed to compliment other girls, right? Why do I feel something weird? When I see her my heart feels all fluttery, and my stomach gets mushy.
Isn't this what other people called love? But it can't be though, it can't. I am a girl. She is a girl. She probably doesn't like me. She'd like boys. I gotta shake this off. I bumped into her the other day. Our arms brushed. That should mean nothing right? But my arm felt tingly and warm afterwards. Our eyes met. Her eyes are so pretty. Warm and brown and, god, I should shut up in my head right now but I can't stop thinking about her. I wonder if she even knows who I am. I wonder if I intrigue her.
This is insane. Once again Naomi, She. Is. A. Girl!
Two Years Later
She kissed me. She kissed me. This is insane! I...I.. I've loved her the first time I saw her. That was two years ago. I can't not be over her! I can't stop thinking about how she kissed me on that party. That's crazy, because that wasn't even my first kiss. I have had boyfriends before. I am not gay! So, why then, did it feel like I never have been kissed before? Why did it feel like none of what I had with all those other guys even mattered? Why does it feel like only she matters?
This is insane. This is what happened, right: I was drunk, so was she and she was so wasted she started kissing me and I was so wasted, I let her. I am not gay. No. I just can't be. I can't be this in love with someone I hardly know. I can't be this in love with anyone. Period.
