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There are few things in life as wonderful as falling blissfully into the sea of innocent, adolescent love. Bliss, however, is something typically compared to ignorance, and it wasn’t until I had a reason to break up with Mark Nelson that I realized why. When you spend all your childhood growing up with the other children laughing at you and excluding you, joking about “Kelsey germs”, and setting up a “schedule” so that you can only talk to them on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you start to believe that there are just some people who were born under the wrong stars and just don’t have the best life picked out for them.
Mark was the first person to ever make me feel like I was not one of those people. Thinking back to 4th grade, when Dominick pushed my head into that filthy, rotten old trash can on the corner of the playground, which had become home to a long-running family of bees over the years, it was hard for me to believe that Mark, of all people, would be interested in me. It only took me a couple of weeks to realize that he wasn’t interested in me, but instead interested in what was beneath my skirt.
This is where girls come in. Every time there’s a new student, the other kids are all hoping to find a certain quality in this new, mysterious collection of living cells. The boys hope she’s hot, the nerds hope she watches Doctor Who, the athletes hope she goes out for cross country. I, Kelsey Newman, however, was actually with the boys on this one: I hoped she was hot. To be honest, I hoped for all 3 things, but beautiful girls aren’t such a bad thing.
Now, all my life I had grown to believe that I was born under the wrong arrangement of visible balls of fiery gasses strewn far above our heads by the ancient gods of old. There were certain instances and circumstances in my life which temporarily made me feel as if this wasn’t actually true, but they were short lived and soon forgotten, nothing more notable than winning a prize during Bingo. However, there was one person I met at 15 who would make me feel like the stars under which I was brought into this wretched world were just the right ones to lead me right to the most perfectly imperfect collection of living cells I would ever have the fortune of meeting.
I was lying on the edge of the stage in my school’s theatre, having escaped there after school to clear my mind, when I first met Amanda.
There are few things in life as wonderful as falling blissfully into the sea of innocent, adolescent love. Bliss, however, is something typically compared to ignorance, and it wasn’t until I had a reason to break up with Mark Nelson that I realized why. When you spend all your childhood growing up with the other children laughing at you and excluding you, joking about “Kelsey germs”, and setting up a “schedule” so that you can only talk to them on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you start to believe that there are just some people who were born under the wrong stars and just don’t have the best life picked out for them.
Mark was the first person to ever make me feel like I was not one of those people. Thinking back to 4th grade, when Dominick pushed my head into that filthy, rotten old trash can on the corner of the playground, which had become home to a long-running family of bees over the years, it was hard for me to believe that Mark, of all people, would be interested in me. It only took me a couple of weeks to realize that he wasn’t interested in me, but instead interested in what was beneath my skirt.
This is where girls come in. Every time there’s a new student, the other kids are all hoping to find a certain quality in this new, mysterious collection of living cells. The boys hope she’s hot, the nerds hope she watches Doctor Who, the athletes hope she goes out for cross country. I, Kelsey Newman, however, was actually with the boys on this one: I hoped she was hot. To be honest, I hoped for all 3 things, but beautiful girls aren’t such a bad thing.
Now, all my life I had grown to believe that I was born under the wrong arrangement of visible balls of fiery gasses strewn far above our heads by the ancient gods of old. There were certain instances and circumstances in my life which temporarily made me feel as if this wasn’t actually true, but they were short lived and soon forgotten, nothing more notable than winning a prize during Bingo. However, there was one person I met at 15 who would make me feel like the stars under which I was brought into this wretched world were just the right ones to lead me right to the most perfectly imperfect collection of living cells I would ever have the fortune of meeting.
I was lying on the edge of the stage in my school’s theatre, having escaped there after school to clear my mind, when I first met Amanda.
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