First Kisses come in Seventh Grade 47

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Ryan: "Erin, I lied. You didn't change at all. You're still the same you. And don't change. Stay like that. It's me who needs to change for you..."

Created by: scumbag

  1. What is your age?
  2. What is your gender?
  1. "Hey, why don't you sit in the front seat where all the wind comes from?" Steve asks you. "Because I hate you," you spat. "Don't lie Erin, your Mum won't let you would she?" he says with a boyish grin. True, you had to wait until you were 12 years old. That was coming soon. "Hey, even though you didn't turn out to be a boy, you still wanna swing a few with me?" Steve asks. You didn't answer. "Baseball at the park?" he asks. You loosened your shoulders and laid back. You slowly rolled the back car door's window and extended your thin arm out. "Sure, why not?" you said coolly.
  2. You had a baseball cap on your head. Steve had a baseball cap on his head. You had the bat, he had a ball. An old styled, good old maple bat. "Beats ashwood," he had said. Maple. Smooth hardwood. A color paler and lighter than Ryan's honey colored eyes. You didn't even know there were different types of wood to make bats. You only knew that they were made of wood. There was the soft ashwood that gave an extra flex. The birch, the bamboo and the composite. Composite is probably the best since it had a combination of wood for long lasting endurance and better ball distance range. You swung your maple bat a few times. Signed by some baseball guy. Autograph. Didn't excite you that much. Just an old bat with a line of scribbling. The ball was a shabby poor thing. Stained with dirt from historic games and imprinted with hands that gripped the skin. Steve had pulled out something. Brown. Cracked. Old. What was it? You figured out it was a baseball mitt. Steve's hand filled the whole thing, brought it back into the old games of baseball.
  3. "Ready?" he calls. You nod. The sun was glinting off the grass. "Spit on the bat," he calls. "No," you shouted. He kisses the ball. His arm goes over his shoulder. Fast. You swing. He's there just kind of smiling. You stared back at him. You looked around. You turn around. The ball was a white speck at a fence. You stare at him again. "Go get it," he says grinning. You scowl as you drop your bat and use your cross country skills to make it back in seconds. Again and again, you swung hard as the bat would go. Again and again, you missed. Steve looked bored. How long has it been? You braced yourself. Watching real close now. The ball passed your bat. You gave up. You were mad, pissed. The next time he threw, you swung it like you'd swing at those alley thugs. And to your surprise, there was a- thwak! You felt it. The bat was a part of your arm. You felt the ball hit your bat. It was a soft- thwak! You looked up. You took off your cap. It hit you in the forehead, smack between the eyes. You screamed and ran inside the car. For dinner was lasagna. Steve styled. No fudge. You skipped dinner.
  4. 5:32AM. You were up and ready on the porch. You had a bat, a ball. No mitt. You were in the backyard. You threw the ball up and swung. Missed. Toss, swing, toss, swing. Miss, miss, miss. "OKAY THREE TWO ONE!" you shouted as you tossed it. You swung. It bounced two feet away from you. You cheered and then went inside. You came back out with an orange wedge in your mouth. The routine continued. A week later, you were standing in the field. A mound. Steve had the ball. He was hawk eying you. You were all lasers. You watched him, he threw. A whirlwind. It came as a blur. You swung your bat. The maple clashed with the baseball's skin. A loud, short- THWAK! The red seams exploded in the glimmering sun. The shabby coat flew off. Ripped off the ball. You woke up. It was another dream. You groaned and tumbled out of bed.
  5. Summer was close to over. You had received some things from you school in the mail. New schedules, new newsletters, photo orders, sign ups for programs and sports. You signed up for cross country again. For the first time you wondered, why was baseball not on the list? You signed up for soccer and a volunteer group as well. No fees since you got free lunch and breakfast. Same trumpet lessons in band. Shopping for supplies, backpacks, clothes. New running shoes, shirts and pants.
  6. The next two days you woken up and walked into a fully decorated kitchen. You totally forgot your birthday. You hadn't been looking at the calendar lately. It was always like that in summer. No one pays attention to the calendar anymore. So today was August 31? No one said anything about your birthday either. And that meant tomorrow was September 1st the first day of 7th grade. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY EWIN!" Several little shouts from corners of the kitchen. Birthday hats, napkins, paper plates and fork and spoon, balloons, streamers, confetti and a whole bunch of pink. Of course, Steve's idea. Where did he get the idea that you liked pink? And there was fudge. Fudge with peanuts. You liked walnuts, not peanuts. But it was great. 12 years old. You were going to have trouble remembering that. Cake and ice cream, chips and soda. You took milk. You were still on a diet. You skipped fudge.
  7. And then you get cards from each of your brothers. Your Mum hands you a box. Wrapped in blue with gold ribbon. You tore it apart and found toe socks. You squealed. Underwear. There was something else. "What's this?" you asked her. She's just smiling. You took out the unrecognizable cloth. Some sort of undergarment? You recognized it. A bra. You stare at her, mouth open, saying, "What the hell?" She was smiling. "I noticed," she said. Noticed? Noticed what? You freaked. Would anyone else notice? Under the undergarments was a lipstick, stickers, a drawing pad, fudge and a beautifully carved necklace. "Thanks Mum," you said hugging her. Steve hands you a box too. Composite wood bat. Glove and baseball. You didn't hug him. You just said thanks. Your Mum drives you and your brothers to the park. You finally got to sit in the front seat for the first time ever. It was amazing.
  8. That night you took a shower. A long shower. Down with the water that ran down the drain was summer. Summer was slipping away. In a few hours, you'd be back at Maline Middle. You were not just washing down the sweat and dirt on you, summer was swirling down the drain, 11 year old Erin was going down the drain. 7th grade was here, 12 year old you was here. That night as you dressed, you realized you had more things to put on now. You put on the bra. It fit. Could take some time to get used to. In a way, you were a little sad. How much did Ryan and Rene change? You hadn't talked to them in ages. What would happen when everyone returned to the empty school? The buses would be filled again, battlefield. New sixth graders, eighth graders all gone to be youngest again, freshman. Seventh graders last year now eighth graders this year.
  9. You got off the bus. You noticed the guys were staying away from you. Yep, they still remembered how dangerous you were. You were hugging your new binder to your chest. New jeans, new sweater, even a little new hairstyle. Starting fresh. Did you look different? There were some people that changed a lot over summer. Transformed literally from ugly to complete hottie. You were hoping that was you. Now that you were standing here, staring at the building, it felt like... returning. You were coming back home. Maline Middle School was a second home to you. Here you are, back and ready. You walk forward. In the hall, you run into someone. Your hands ran into hard abs. Solid. You looked up. You were surprised to see hazel eyes. Familiar and warm.
  10. "Ryan?!" you nearly screeched. Since when was the last time you looked UP at Ryan? You always looked right at him. You thought that maybe this year, you'd look down at him since you were hoping to get taller than him. He beat you by inches. A head taller. He was more toned. He had a head full of thicker hair. A little ruffled with a sprig. "You... CHANGED?!" you screeched again. "HI RYAN!" you shouted laughing. He grinned. "Hey, you changed a lot too," he said. "I did?" you asked. "Yeah," he said. So you did change. "Yeah, you gained weight," said Ryan. You kicked him, "Shut up! YOU changed a lot!" Suddenly Rene comes out of nowhere and yips and squeals like a puppy. You guys all talk fast and compare schedules. There was suddenly a large crowd gathered around something. "Ooooh! Are they giving out free tampons!" she squeals as she runs off. Tampons?! Did Rene already have her period over the summer? No, she was just crazy over free stuff. You grinned and followed her.
  11. Ryan: "Erin, I lied. You didn't change at all. You're still the same you. And don't change. Stay like that. It's me who needs to change for you..."

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