Flipped

The first time I saw Bryce, I was flipped. There was no one in my neighborhood to play with me. My brother was much older. I can play with my dog but he was not a man. He couldn’t guard or score. The danger of staying with my mom was that she would ask me do the housework. My told me that a boy of my age would come to my neighborhood. I was looking forward to his coming.

The big day finally arrived. Everyone of my family was glad for me because I would have a playmate. My mom was a sensible adult, she asked me to give them time to stretch out before I went to their moving van.

The moment I entered their moving van, Bryce’s father was busy moving boxes. Bryce just stood there, doing nothing. I could tell that it was his father that demanded him staying there. I felt it was my duty to save him. Otherwise, he would die. When I offered to help, Bryce excused himself and went to help his mother. I ran after him and caught up with him, wanting him to play with me for a while before he was trapped inside the home. Somehow, I held his hands and I almost got my first kiss. At that moment, his mom came out at the door. Bryce’s face brushed and rushed into home.

I waited out, hoping he came out and played with me. Suddenly, his sister appeared and led me in and made fun of him, saying“a hot chick was waiting for you”. I felt annoyed and his sister was not trusted. At that night, I couldn’t think about my first kiss that might have happened.

In my second and third grade, maybe because of magical chemical, I always wanted to followed him. In my fourth grade, I learnt to control my feeling. In the fifth grade, another girl, whom I don’t like, came into the picture. She always stayed with my Bryce. Later she left him and he was alone again.