Luuuuvvvv Story
Felicia Taylor
Matt Thomas
English 9
03-31-08
Luuuvvvv Story (Revised)
Well, it all started back in first grade. I remember it well. You know the days, when all the boys had “cooties” of some kind that weren’t exactly good for girls to get. The boys all said the same thing about us but I swear we didn’t have anything of the sort. I bathed, there’s no way I could have had cooties! My brother said that they weren’t real, but he also said that about Santa Claus and Jesus, so who was he to be telling me anything? But cooties or no we just didn’t mesh with each other very well.
I was in Mrs. Something’s class in first grade. The class was separated into different groups like most elementary classes are. Pitting us against each other… nasty, mean, evil teachers… moving on. There were three or four people in each group. They all had boys and girls in them. (I think our parents wanted it that way, like how they wanted us to get chicken pocks. I think cooties could be the same way.)
I sat next to a girl named Vanessa who used to be my best friend but later ended up with the popular girls. I also sat next to a boy named Ethan. He was like any other first grade boy: short, weird, and infected. He would always look at me and then when I caught him looking at me he’d quickly turn his head away and pretend to be looking at something else. It was really immature and I hated it.
The first time I caught him looking at me my cheeks blushed a horrible rosy red color and I was extremely embarrassed. I didn’t even know why he was looking at me and I was confused. It felt weird though; an uncomfortable feeling welled up in the pit of my stomach. (Probably hunger; it was right before lunch if I recall correctly.) I didn’t catch him doing that again for a long time, he probably felt bad that he embarrassed me, who knows?
School continued as before; the boys kept to themselves and the girls did the same. But lo and behold the next week he did it again! I didn’t know what to do. I was in uncharted waters here, going where no first grader, to my knowledge, had gone before. I decided to consult my older sister, who was a whole year older than me, she’d know what to do. I went to speak with the wise one and found that I was correct in my assumptions. She gave me this piece of advice: Ignore him.
I found this to be most helpful… for about an hour, then my rouse fell apart and he caught me staring at him. I couldn’t even believe what I was doing! Me, staring at him? I was highly agitated with myself about this whole thing. I thought about it while I was working on my macaroni necklace at the art table during rotations later on that day.
What could possibly make me stare at him like I did? He had cooties; this was strictly not allowed in the imaginary first grade handbook that game with the Fisher Price kitchen set. In the end I decided the whole thing was his fault in the first place because he had been staring at me first.
During afternoon recess that day I boldly walked over to the Boy Territory on the playground. I crawled into the cave that they made under the slide. Needless to say, every boy in the place was aghast with fear that a girl would walk onto their turf without permission. I looked Ethan straight in the eyes and said “Why were you staring at me?” I did it in a mean way so he got a pouty look on his face, which I only understood later on in life.
(Kanden thinks you’re magnificent, Matt, in case you didn’t know.)
