The First Kiss by: Nicole Busch

The First Kiss

By: Nicole Busch

Standing by the window, looking in the

mirror.  The overwhelming sensation

rushing through my body, fast and furious like

navigating the whitewater rapids,

like the downward drop of rollercoasters.

Stomach stirring, so scared of falling off,

the edge.  I close my eyes and grab my friends

hand.  Suddenly, I hear the ding of the

doorbell, my palms start sweating, it makes it

hard to hold on to anything.  They are

sweating so profoundly, just like I am

sitting in a sauna, heat turned up to

the maximum.  The sweat dripping off my

forehead, in teardrop bullets, making its

way to the floor. The beat of my heart starts

to increase as I make my way to the

door, so much at stake, wanting to make a

good first impression, wanting it to be

perfect.  I climb into the car, like a

monkey using their limbs to scramble up

the giant tree.  We get to the little

restaurant, and the coziness is so

overwhelming.  Fast forward to the drive

home.  We pull up into my driveway and

I make my way out of the car, I stand

there, hoping and anticipating for

something to happen.  As I start to walk

away, he grabs me by the hand and pulls

me close.  Our lips lock; the sparks start flying,

and my head spinning.  It was my first kiss.