I stumbled into the living room, still not quite sure why I was here. My Mom gave me a push inside the room and I sat down on the coach and crossed my arms, trying to make it perfectly clear I was not supposed to be here. Mom just rolled her eyes and then her old college friend (some lady named Mary) came in and they started hugging and all that other stuff “How have you been? What did you get done to your hair? I love that sweater!” I thought I was going to puke just listening to it.
I heard a noise behind me but ignored it. I shouldn’t have. Suddenly there was a blue of blue and white as I was suddenly jumped from behind and forced on the coach. Then the person started to tickle me! I was lying there like an idiot, laughing as hard as I could and at the same time screaming and clawing at the person on top of me. “MARISSA!”
Marissa turned toward her mom and looked at her with these clear, innocent blue eyes, “Yes, Mommy?” Her mom rolled her eyes and instructed Marissa to “get up this instant and apologize.” Marissa did, maintaining the same sweet smile she had given her mother. I looked at Marissa, giving her the “once-over” according to my friends.
She was wearing short white shorts with a sleeveless blue silk shirt. I was amazed at her figure which seemed to be...uhh...a little advanced for an eleven year old girl. But what really got my attention was the flowing blonde hair that went all the way down her back. It looked so silky and so soft, especially whenever she turned toward her mom and some of it brushed across my face.
I quickly sat up and brushed it out of my face. God I was eleven, I didn’t need to be thinking like this! But as my eyes ran up and down admiring Marissa I suddenly discovered I didn’t care. I shrugged to myself thinking, “I hate my hormones almost as much as Mom does.”
Mom rolled her eyes at me again (she’s been doing that a lot lately). Marissa plopped down on the coach and quickly turned on the television. To my surprise she became completely oblivious to everything else but the 25 inch screen in front of her. Our moms both left, leaving Marissa and I alone in the living room.
