The road I take everyday is a dirt road that most people never see. I live out away from the city where the stars shine brighter at night. Today is my birthday and I am now twelve years old.
I wait for the school bus today like I do everyday. The girl from next door whistles as we wait in the early morning fog for the yellow bus to come around the bend. It is not cold but I wear a light jacket because my mom made it a requirement for leaving the house.
Mary is her name. The girl who whistles. She is not pretty but she is not ugly. I suppose she likes me from the way she constantly stares at me.
I could have stayed home today. Pretending to be sick is a hobby of mine. The other hobby is avoiding anything to do with school. Today I am going to school despite the fact that it is my birthday.
My birthday is not that big of a deal but having to go to school on your birthday makes it a bad day. The sitting and waiting for the day to end.
I can hear a bird singing in the trees behind me as Mary walks over to me. She smiles as though it were here birthday.
I wonder if she has a present for me. She does have a crush on me.I wonder if we’ll go to the school dance together next week since she is the only girl at school that I speak to. Not full conversations but buts here and there whenever our paths happen to cross.
I can hear the bus approaching. It will be here at any moment. The dread of another school day. At least it is Friday.
The bus approaches causing the birds to fly away. Mary looks at me as though I had something sticking out of my nose. She smiles even wider. Her hand touches my arm.
She leans towards me like she’s going to attack me or fall on her face. She wets her lips with her tongue like I am her next meal. Her lips are ever closer to my face. Is she going to kiss my face like my grandmother does?
I stand still, frozen, not certain of the action to take. I have never been in this situation before. Unless you count the time my cousin kissed me behind the house one summer.
Her lips meet mine. Her tongue an intrusion into my mouth. I want to spit her out but I’ too scared. She kisses me. I kiss her. Is this love?
I though this was going to be just another school day that happens to be my birthday. An ordinary day. This is not an ordinary day. Already it is far from ordinary.
Mary wishes me a “Happy Birthday”. She tells me that I will sit with her on the bus today. It’s not even a question. It’s an order. I follow her on the bus wondering why she tasted like watermelon.
The bus goes down the road that most people do not see. Only those that call this small stretch of dirt road home ever truly see this road.