Nothing seems more important than your first
kiss, right? I mean, you picture at as a little kid. Your
“prince charming” kissing you under mistle-toe. Or
maybe its at a football game, the star of the football team,
throwing the winning touchdown. Nothing in the world can top your
first kiss. Unless your first kiss hello, is your first kiss
goodbye.
It was Monday, 6thperiod. I had English.
With Mr. Hendreall. We were by far his worst class, and today he
was making our class do oral reports. No normal 10thgrader likes giving oral
reports. He made all the other classes give written reports. But
not ours.
“Sabrina, would you like to go next?”
I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “Sure.” I
said, getting up. My shoelace was untied, just my luck. I stepped
on it, stumbled a little, lost my balance, and fell. Right in front
of the desk of Michael. Michael. Great. I feel in front of
Michael. I looked up. He was trying to hide a
smirk.
“Are you okay…umm…uhh,” He stumbled on
the words. He didn’t know my name. Not that I expected him
to.
“Sabrina.” I said, finishing the sentence for
him.
“Yeah, Sabrina. You okay?” He was still suppressing his
laughter.
I pushed myself up, regaining what little balance I had.
“Yeah, I’m just fine. Like normal.” I noticed my
glasses had fallen off my head, and I was on all fours again. I
heard someone whisper my name, and someone else say that I looked
like a dog. I just rolled my eyes and kept searching on the cold,
dirty floor.
“Miss. Sabrina, we don’t have all day. Would you mind
hurrying up?” Of course, it was Mr.
Hendreall.
“Yeah, Mr. Hendreall. Just, I lost my glasses and I
can’t see without them.”
“You should have it memorized by now, you’ve had three
days to research your topic, and that’s long enough. Get off
your knees, and get to the front of the class.” I nodded
quickly, nerveously. I wasn’t going to be able to walk to the
front of the class without my glasses, there was no
way.
I used Michaels desk to help support me up, and once I was steady
on my feet I put my hands out in front of me, like six-year-old
would if he had a blindfold on. I hit the podium with my hands, and
heard a crunch below my feed. Oh, Lord. I bent down, and
felt broken glass. Of course. I stepped on my glasses. I
tried to be calm, and walked behind the stand, ready to give my
speech about the “Mexican Way of
Life.”
“Uhm, well, uhh, most Mexicans are
born at home, because of lack of hospitals. And they normally get
malnutrished from no food or clean water.” That was about all
I’d gotten through before I started feeling my stomach churn.
I clutched my abdomen and ran out of the long hallway, hearing
people laugh or snicker behind me. I heard others whisper stuff
about me, like how short my jeans were, or how ugly I was.
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