First Kisses come in Seventh Grade 41

don't read this a;ldjf;d j;akfja;sdfds sdfa They all huddled in the corner by the door. “They’re gonna go out soon, Jess,” one girl squealed. You heard that girl sometimes in the hall. “Yeah, you totally hafta get Chris back with you again,” said another girl. You knew they were talking about you. Of course it’d take years for Chris to ever ask you out. Jessica’s own voice broke into the bathroom, “That sixth grader doesn’t belong here.” You sat back on the toilet seat. Bending down, you could see four sets of shoes. A nice pair of white boots with the cute pom poms. Brown furry ones with a slender shape. Bright pink low heels. And oddly familiar sneakers. “Let’s go before the teacher wonders where we are.” You nearly fall off the toilet. The voice was Mandy’s.

They all huddled in the corner by the door. “They’re gonna go out soon, Jess,” one girl squealed. You heard that girl sometimes in the hall. “Yeah, you totally hafta get Chris back with you again,” said another girl. You knew they were talking about you. Of course it’d take years for Chris to ever ask you out. Jessica’s own voice broke into the bathroom, “That sixth grader doesn’t belong here.” You sat back on the toilet seat. Bending down, you could see four sets of shoes. A nice pair of white boots with the cute pom poms. Brown furry ones with a slender shape. Bright pink low heels. And oddly familiar sneakers. “Let’s go before the teacher wonders where we are.” You nearly fall off the toilet. The voice was Mandy’s.

Created by: scumbag

  1. What is your age?
  2. What is your gender?
  1. “Uh, y-yeah,” he said blushing a little. “But, uh… what about Rene?” you asked him. “What about her?” said Ryan. “I thought we were all dressing up as pirates?” you said. “Oh… that, well I’ll try to change around time I guess.” “Ryan, there won’t be any time, so you can just dress as Luke Skywalker. Rene and I can be ketchup and mustard,” you said. You guys laughed down the street as loud as you could for some reason. You knew that you guys must’ve looked scary to any little kid who thought you guys were bad, scary, rapping, street teenagers. “Then I’ll go as a hotdog,” he said warmly. “We all know the school dance is to keep eighth and seventh graders from haunting the sidewalks. They ruin the fun for everyone, they scare away all the little kids and steal their candy,” you said. “Yeah, that will be me in the next two years when I’m too old to trick or treat!” said Ryan.
  2. “You’re never too old for candy!” you told him. “And Erin’s gonna be my crime partner, you’ll bail me out of jail!” said Ryan. “Count ME out!” you shouted as you biked a little farther from him. He scooted right back up next to you. “Hey, we’ll go as three escaped prisoners!” you exclaimed suddenly. “Exactly,” said Ryan grinning. “And I’ll be a cop to arrest you serial killers, wait, you’re all dumb crooks who failed their mission to assassinate the president,” you said. With one hand on the handle, Ryan’s other hand came up to your forehead. He gently thocked your forehead. “Wow, THAT hurt,” you retort. He biked into your back wheel. Your bike stopped immediately and you fell al little forward. “What the heck!” you shouted but he was already biking ahead.
  3. He bikes you back to your house. You opened the fridge to grab sodas. “There’s cherry, orange, and lemon pop!” you called back to him. “Cherry!” he calls back from the door. And then suddenly you squealed. “RYAN COME HERE!” It was a mouse in the fridge. Frozen? “Great, you got everything,” Ryan joked. “Frozen fish, frozen beef and even frozen mouse.” You kicked him and quickly grabbed a tissue box. You took out all the tissues leaving only a few at the bottom. Instantly Ryan took a tissue and grabbed the frozen mouse. It’s body was limp. “Doc, I think I can feel the pulse,” Ryan joked again. “Shut up will you! This is not some half eaten sandwich! It’s not garbage, alright!” you scolded. “Sorry,” said Ryan. You put the little mouse into the tissue box. You decided not to tell mum or else she would start putting out mouse traps or poison. You put it in your room. “He’s dead isn’t he,” you said hopelessly. “No, just wait. The little guy’s gonna wake up the next day or something,” said Ryan. “Let’s name him Jerry.”
  4. He bikes you back to your house. You opened the fridge to grab sodas. “There’s cherry, orange, and lemon pop!” you called back to him. “Cherry!” he calls back from the door. And then suddenly you squealed. “RYAN COME HERE!” It was a mouse in the fridge. Frozen? “Great, you got everything,” Ryan joked. “Frozen fish, frozen beef and even frozen mouse.” You kicked him and quickly grabbed a tissue box. You took out all the tissues leaving only a few at the bottom. Instantly Ryan took a tissue and grabbed the frozen mouse. It’s body was limp. “Doc, I think I can feel the pulse,” Ryan joked again. “Shut up will you! This is not some half eaten sandwich! It’s not garbage, alright!” you scolded. “Sorry,” said Ryan. You put the little mouse into the tissue box. You decided not to tell mum or else she would start putting out mouse traps or poison. You put it in your room. “He’s dead isn’t he,” you said hopelessly. “No, just wait. The little guy’s gonna wake up the next day or something,” said Ryan. “Let’s name him Jerry.”
  5. And then it was over. You stopped studying with him every day after practice. You stopped talking to him. Somehow everything kind of dissolved. You guys were arguing about something. You guys somehow ended up on the subject of Sakura. You got a little steamed over and left Ryan there. From there, everything kind of dissolved. Ryan didn’t show any sign of coming back. It was like a game. You guys both tried to look the busiest, tried to care the less. You couldn’t read those hazel eyes that never met yours anymore, but you knew yours were burning with wanting him back. You often felt depressed and cranky. Mandy was already gone. The only thing you had left of her was the envelope in your room. Of course, sometimes you’d be sitting right across from Mandy when the teacher assigned teams, but even when you were right next to her, she was gone from you. You thought Rene would be happy that she can now take Ryan for herself. But she wasn’t happy. Maybe she was your friend after all.
  6. And then one day after the Study Hall teacher arranged new seats, Rene walked right over to you with her math homework. She sat down. She pointed to Ryan. “I’m not looking at him,” you mumble as you scribbled down random numbers. “Erin, LOOK,” Rene hissed. You looked. Everyone had their heads bent down in their books or over their homework. Ryan was frantically looking around. He searched the whole ground that was in his range. He searched on his desks, shuffling all his papers in his binders and finally his pencil case. His teeth were gritting. “So what, the guy forgot a pencil,” you snorted to Rene. “No, LOOK,” she said. She pulled from her pocket, a pencil accessory. She had a similar one clipped to her pencil too. She had two. “Why do you have TWO?!” you asked her nearly loudly.
  7. You guys flick your head to the teacher. She wasn’t listening. Rene flicked her head to the Ryan. Suddenly you understood. “So what, doesn’t bother me,” you growled. “He’s LOOKING for it, Erin, don’t you see?” Rene whispered. “So he’s a girly guy who clings onto little hair accessories,” you grumbled. “Ugh,” Rene threw up her hands in frustration. “It means, you guys could still be friends, ya know,” she finished. She got up and slammed Ryan’s pencil accessory onto your desk. “Hey, I don’t want it, take it back,” you snapped. “No, I don’t care. Do what you want with it. Throw it in the trash. Forget about Ryan,” Rene challenged. You stared at her for a while. Then your hand slowly creeps over the smooth desktop, your eyes still on hers. Your fingers grasped the pencil accessory and-
  8. you chucked it, right into the trash can by the door. Rene stared at you like you had done something so crazy and mad. You turn to your math. Rene sat at her desk the whole hour, completely focused on her book. You noticed that she never turned the pages. Ryan stops looking. He goes up to the Study Hall teacher. You knew that he was aware of you kind of staring at him, but he tried his best not to return the glance. The study hall teacher gave him a pass to his locker. You suddenly needed to go take a wee. You asked to go to the restroom seconds after Ryan left. You opened the restroom door. It wouldn’t open. You kept pulling until a guy opened it from the inside. A GUY!? It was Chris. “What’re you doing in HERE?!” you nearly shriek. “Ditching class. And read your signs, jeez,” he said coolly as he pointed to the sign. “It clearly says push, not pull and it definitely says boys, not girls,” said Chris. The blood all boiled to the surface of you cheeks and the tips of your ears. He started to leave. “Chris,” you said. “Yeah?” he said. “Don’t ditch class,” you said dangerously. He grins. “Sure.”
  9. You go into the girl restroom. You took the last stall even though they were all empty. There was an extra roll of toilet paper sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser. You flushed the toilet. You were about to open the door when they came in. You didn’t open the door. Eighth grade girls could be nasty sometimes. These were not the nice mentors that lead little sixth graders through the school, those girls that sometimes smiled or showed you to a class or the ones who mind their own businesses. You were wrong. These were the seventh grade Jessica groupies.
  10. They all huddled in the corner by the door. “They’re gonna go out soon, Jess,” one girl squealed. You heard that girl sometimes in the hall. “Yeah, you totally hafta get Chris back with you again,” said another girl. You knew they were talking about you. Of course it’d take years for Chris to ever ask you out. Jessica’s own voice broke into the bathroom, “That sixth grader doesn’t belong here.” You sat back on the toilet seat. Bending down, you could see four sets of shoes. A nice pair of white boots with the cute pom poms. Brown furry ones with a slender shape. Bright pink low heels. And oddly familiar sneakers. “Let’s go before the teacher wonders where we are.” You nearly fall off the toilet. The voice was Mandy’s.

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