A Reverse Chronological Portrait Written by a Young Girl
Entry 2
Curious, I took him in by spoonful. Like everyone else, I couldn’t get enough of him. How could I when there was so much? He was larger than life.
Everyone could feel him walking into the room. A certain pressure I slowly eased into. It didn’t hurt; rather, the thought of not having him – that hurt. This was not your average schoolgirl crush.
God, every girl was green with envy. He was always quite the exhibitionist. For everyone to see, his fatal fingers transfixed my French braid.
My pleated skirt.
My alphabetically arranged note cards.
At the time, I swear I hadn’t even noticed.
Everyone could feel him walking into the room. A certain pressure I slowly eased into. It didn’t hurt; rather, the thought of not having him – that hurt. This was not your average schoolgirl crush.
God, every girl was green with envy. He was always quite the exhibitionist. For everyone to see, his fatal fingers transfixed my French braid.
My pleated skirt.
My alphabetically arranged note cards.
At the time, I swear I hadn’t even noticed.