I was walking back home from elementary school one day, when just two doors from my house, two boys jumped at me. "Hey!" one yelled. "Bet 'cha can't catch me!" He shoves me and distances himself a few feet away, taunting me. I try to approach him, but he steps away every inch I get closer. This goes on for a while, I'm getting more and more frustrated because I can't touch the boy that made fun of me. Then all of a sudden, the other boy, who was just standing by to watch his friend humiliate me, yelled in pain. He fell, and above him was a girl, standing bright and infuriated at what was going on. A few feet away from her, I see cans roll out of a grocery bag. She rushed to my aid. She begins to kick the boy, saying "get away" with every kick. The boy obeys her command and flees. His friend comes over to her to teach her a lesson, but she just stomps on his foot and he comically yelps in pain and hops away as he holds his injured foot.
I was in shock for a moment, taking in what happened. I wanted to say thank you to this savior, but I felt that just saying "thank you" wasn't enough. I run over to the fallen bag of groceries and begin to pile what fell out back. She followed suit and put in a few cans herself. Then we both looked up at each other. She looked so pretty. I had girl friends from ballet, but this one was special. She was so attractive. Letting my impulses and the close spacing take over, I quickly pecked her on the nose. When I opened my eyes, I saw her eyes widen bigger. She was turning red. She clutched to her grocery bag, spun around and took off. For the longest moment, I had that same shocked look. I was scared. What did this mean? Will I see her again? What can I do? I didn't want to tell my parents about this. They would never approve of their young child kissing other people, like some irresponsible kid.
From that point on, I became insecure with myself. I always saw this girl whenever I went to Planet China, but I tried to be opposite sides from her. Every time I see her, I feel scared. I don't know what she thinks of me, but I really want to be with her. She has pretty eyes, and a really cute smile. I think this is love. I'm in love with her.
I was in shock for a moment, taking in what happened. I wanted to say thank you to this savior, but I felt that just saying "thank you" wasn't enough. I run over to the fallen bag of groceries and begin to pile what fell out back. She followed suit and put in a few cans herself. Then we both looked up at each other. She looked so pretty. I had girl friends from ballet, but this one was special. She was so attractive. Letting my impulses and the close spacing take over, I quickly pecked her on the nose. When I opened my eyes, I saw her eyes widen bigger. She was turning red. She clutched to her grocery bag, spun around and took off. For the longest moment, I had that same shocked look. I was scared. What did this mean? Will I see her again? What can I do? I didn't want to tell my parents about this. They would never approve of their young child kissing other people, like some irresponsible kid.
From that point on, I became insecure with myself. I always saw this girl whenever I went to Planet China, but I tried to be opposite sides from her. Every time I see her, I feel scared. I don't know what she thinks of me, but I really want to be with her. She has pretty eyes, and a really cute smile. I think this is love. I'm in love with her.