My first kiss

My first kiss


I had never experienced this in my life. It’s a disgusting and horrible story to tell. But here it is. I was 5 to 6 years old. I had just come back from my amazing trip to Las Vegas. One of my friends (who was a girl), would always come after me, and hug me to death. Many kids at that time used to think that me and jannel (that was her name) used to love each other. Well. Maybe she did, but I didn’t, because for me, she was just a big fat ugly lady (even though we were friends). So one day, when recess was over, when we all went to class.

I was getting to the door, when suddenly, I feel a light push behind me, and I find my lips. Touching. The soft and squishy of another, it was her. I don’t remember her reaction after that, all I could hear was the sound of laughter of the kids around us, and me, trying to take that awful saliva taste off my mouth. It was awful. Beside all of the laughter, I couldn’t take imagined that I kissed a fat person! I rather kiss a cute girl as my first kiss instead of having that thing for it. Then, saw him, the person who caused all of this, my worst enemy. John. Standing, pointing, making fun of me. Now he’s still my worst enemy, but I’m glad that his far, far away from here, in the small island. Of the Bahamas.