*First Love?!?

Being new to a foreign country was difficult and not to mention extremely uncomfortable. I didn't know directions nor addresses and the weather had an exotic feel to it. The first day of school was one I could never forget. Walking through the halls, I felt the walls threatening me and suffocating me until all my blood was rushing to my head. Before I knew it, my lungs had a mind of their own and my tears flowing down the bumpy streams I called my face. My legs were two sticks following the wind as I trembled and begged my mother to stay. I was in the fourth grade in the United States, and needed a hand to guide me through a path. Lost in my thoughts, I felt a hand pull me up the stairs to my class. Twitching I dragged my feet to the front of the class and stood near the teachers' desk. I managed to read the name but it did not sound familiar. She introduced me to the class and every eye was a like fire burning my skin and I was forced to look away. My face turned the color of my shirt and snickers blasted through the classroom. She pointed to an empty seat near a short, blonde, and petulant boy whose name read "Abraham" on the name tag. His skin was pale and his hands were a golden-brown. His hair was slicked back on his head like pure gold in a waterfall flowing down majestically. I had never seen such beautiful eyes before; the color of the sea couldn't have been more heavenly and I stared hypnotized. He had a soft, rosy cheek with dimples that made ones heart melt and disguised his obstreperous manners. I remember smiling but my face kneaded into an alarming expression.

"Hi," the blonde child said.

"Uh, hi", she said.

"My name is Abraham. If you need any help, just let me know," he said.

As the months flew and the seasons began to change, I developed a close bond towards him. He was obnoxious and a teacher's worst nightmare but the words "I like you" were in my heart and I actually liked him. Every time he touched my hand, butterflies began to flutter their wings in my stomach and the hair on my hands began to rise and reach the stars. My family loved him and his family loved me. It was the perfect match and I thought it was too good to be true. I was the shy, trembling, and troubling little girl but he like me for me. He said he would marry me when we grew up and I held on to these words like a little child and her favorite toy. We were friends for 2 years but what happened next bruised me permanently. 

It was the sixth grade dance and it was the perfect excuse for girls to spread their rumors like bloodsuckers on ones skin. I stood away from their cruel words and began to daydream about my dance with him like Cinderella. The fairy godmother had the perfect dress for me and I had the glass slippers for the ball. Carefully and calmly, I took a deep breath and approached him. It was recess and the day was still young. 

"Hey, what's up??" he said.

"Um, would you, um, go to the dance with me? I mean I am going with friends and I am pretty sure you are too but maybe we will see each other there and dance. If you don't want to, I mean if y---" she said.

"You are asking me out? I am sorry but I don't date ugly, geeky nerds." he snickered.

I could not believe these words could be thorns piercing my heart. Tears flew down my face and I urged to control their anger. I could not be crying in front of him and showing my pain for he would  laugh on the inside and show pitiful sympathy. Of course, he begged for my forgiveness but I lied. I said I would forgive him eventually but his words were too cruel and I never wanted this to happen ever again.

I have said many times before that I did not have a first love because I couldn't imagine my first love being this cruel.  I never shared this story before but it was time to release the unnecessary anger I hold dear in my heart.

P.S. Mr. Thompson, I hope that you still trust me. I did not want to share this story but I guess there's nothing really to hide.