First period was English, and we were talking about Animal Farm. I was pretty intrigued by this little pamphlet of book. My teacher, who also happens to be the French teacher now as well, was pretty impressed by my essay. She better be. I wrote six whole pages. Anyway, I wrote on the horrors of authoritarianism, and that no one person should have too much power. I used history to back up my claims, as well as some current events.

Math was next, and an utter pain in my ass. We were learning about exponential equations. I stared blankly at the Smart board, and then stared out the window. I hate how is there is only one right answer in Math. Literature was better. While your answer was not necessarily right, doesn’t meant that it wrung with truths. Literature stimulated my mind, and made me want to ask questions, and learn to talk it out. Most boys don’t get into literature. I don’t know why. Maybe it has something to do with passion, and romance, which is necessary for a well-lived life. You get to learn that you are not alone in Literature, and that people have always felt certain ways. There is more than one way to live in this world. That is what I like about literature; to investigate eight different postulations, and see where they lead through emotions, deductive reasoning.

At lunch, I sat with Chase. Apparently, he was sixteen. He sat by himself in the cafeteria. He liked to draw.

"You draw really well." I said trying to start up a conversation.

"Thanks, but it’s just doodling. You should see some of the art I do for real. "

"I’d love to see it sometime. " I looked at him, and took about of my sandwich.

Chase chuckled, and looked at me. " So, do you do anything fun?"

When he said that, I felt my heart drop to my butt. I hate icebreakers on the first day of the semester, and this felt like an icebreaker. All of sudden, I could not think of anything to say, hell, I couldn’t even remember my own name right then.

The only thing I could muster up to say was, " I like books. "

"Oh?" chase raised an eyebrow. “What kind of books? Anything good?"

Another icebreaker, but I didn’t feel as numb. Talking about books is kind of soothing for me.

"Mainly historical, and science fiction, but I like psychological books too."

"Ever heard of Manga? " He said, and ate some of my carrots.

"Yeah. I’ve read Naruto, and Death Note."

"All good.  All good." He said with a menacing grin on his face. "I’ll send you some of my personal favorites when I get home.?

"Oh." I said nonchalantly. "Sounds good. I’d love to see more good Manga. "

Social studies class was boring today, and I asked to go to the restroom. The teacher said okay. Little did she know that I did not actually have to use the restroom, I just need to get up, and move around. I was going to fall asleep. I met Sam, and some of his friends in the hallway. 

I went to the baseball field of with Sam, and some of his clique, when they asked me to go with them to the baseball field. 

We ate some brownies, and talked for about a couple of minutes before Emily and I went to her brother’s van.

"You’re so cute. " She said, as She leaned in to kiss me. I blushed, but leaned in and kissed her. This was it. I was kissing a girl. My first kiss happened in the back of a yellow Xterra, with Emily who had blonde hair, and green eyes. She was your typical hipster, flower child wannabe, but she was cute.

She pulled away. "Woah. You’re a good kisser. " She bit her lip.

I blushed, and kisses her again. I could feel my body temperature, rising. I laid her back on back seat, and slipped my tongue into her mouth. I didn’t think about it then, but I had no real way of knowing if this was correct. I just went with it, you know?

I made a little grunting noise, as she grinded her hips. I rutted a little, as we kissed. Then a knock on the window came.I swear I felt my soul jump from my body for a few seconds, then rebounded hard into me. We both sat up quickly, adjusting our clothes.

 It was Sam.

"Mr Virkler. "

Mr Virkler was the Vice-Principle, and super strict. He was ultra christian, and thought just holding hands would get a girl pregnant.

Emily, and I got out, and finished straightening our clothes. All three of us were crouched behind cars, peeping ever so often to see of the coast was clear. We waited five minutes, which seemed like forever, behind a blue hummer, before we sprinted inside the building,

I went and grabbed my stuff, and headed out front to meet my mother to go home, yet it wasn’t my mother that came to pick me up. It was Alexander.

Next Chapter: Chapter 9