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First Day of Middle School

August 21, 2005

First Day of Middle School

I hate having an obviously big chest;
everyone is looking at me differently now.
 
Ridiculous to see how they augmented
over the summer.
 
What a bummer!
 
Either way, I had fun.
Swimming in the sun,
swimming in the rain,
swimming anytime,
anywhere all the same.
 
I really want to go home
this day feels over and done.
 
Sitting in class, I know he is ogling.
Crushing on me since fifth grade.
Please let there be a new freak to parade
through those doors that say exit.
The class looks full, so not likely.
Contritely but internally, the war begins
between me and the scenario.

Five minutes before the bell, fantastic.
Hell will certainly begin;
some fresh-faced bitch is going to try and grab my boobs.
I will get sent home
to roam my mp3 and cry some.
Why am I crying anyway?
Shit is getting kind of old day to day.

Mrs. Pringle, that is a funny last name.
I came ‘cause she gave me the tingles.

At least I am laughing.

She is pretty, not like Mrs. Andrews gross.
Anyway, can I just be like “adios” and peace sign?

As Mrs. Tingles… I mean, Mrs. Pringle
gets up to close the door, cat-walking across the floor
 
Is my favorite mistake.
 
not a freak; maybe she is a new girl.
New in this world, she will be eaten alive.
I strive for her failure, wrong? Sure.
The point, if she does not have friends
she is a much easier target at the end.
 
On the bus ride home on the first day of school
there was a fool that grabbed my breast.
My dad is teaching me ju-jitsu and other defenses
He leaned in too comfortably on his right;
his sight saw pavement.
Just_Writing
Written by Just_Writing
Published | Edited 30th Apr 2021
Author's Note
First day of middle school. That summer my bra size got bigger than they already were... and I hated it. I didn't like being stared at or talked about like I was a slut. I still had my V-card. ...
First day of middle school. That summer my bra size got bigger than they already were... and I hated it. I didn't like being stared at or talked about like I was a slut. I still had my V-card. Now I figure the crying was hormones and puberty, I had nothing to be sad about. Well... the rumors and silly teenage stuff. The girl that walked in last was a new girl incase anyone wondered. The italicized part is my future self commenting on the past. Also, my first attraction was to girls not boys, my father and mother knew before I knew it seems. I am lucky to have my parents. I did not get in trouble because 2 other kids saw him grab me.
Thank you for reading.
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