KarMel
Scholarship 2008
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Personal
Story “The
Beginning” By Esa
Sofian |
Desciption of Submission: “My first encounter with a girl worth liking, when
I realized that I am indeed bisexual. A true event told through 2nd
person point of view.” - Esa
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You must think you’re crazy. It’s midnight, with snow falling gently outside the house,
and you and Lauren are in her room putting together a jigsaw puzzle (the kind
that takes forever to complete). You’re halfway done so far, been working on
the damn thing since the beginning of the week. The jigsaw puzzles that she’s
finished in the past are everywhere, showcasing her seemingly infinite
patience, free time, and fascination with random monuments throughout the
world because there’s the Louvre posted on the right wall of her room, the
Taj Mahal on the left, and a section of the Great Wall on her door. Besides
the puzzles, there’s her numerous track awards and basketball trophies,
strewn clothing, random paintball equipment scattered across the speckled
carpet, and an absolutely fat tabby cat lounging on the unmade bed. You pick up a piece and try to find its place. You
don’t, though; you’ve never liked puzzles, much less do one with a friend.
You sigh loudly, theatrically, and she laughs and leans across the
brainteaser, her hand reaching for the water bottle at your side. Her hair is
a really dark brown in this innocent-looking pixie cut with bangs that fall
across her very plain eyes. Her entire family has vivid freckles on their
arms, faces, and backs, but it’s funny because she’s the only one that
doesn’t. Instead, there’s this light tan that’s evenly spread across her
neck, chest, and face (or at least from what you can tell.) And upon closer
inspection, her skin looks soft (so soft), and you wonder idly what it would
feel like to run your fingers over it, sliding your hand along the bony
collarbone into the boundaries of that T-shirt. For a moment, her eyes meet your own, and all you
can do is stare back: just you, and her, and the
floating, weightless snow outside. But then she takes the water
bottle and leans back, the moment broken. She uncaps it and takes a long sip;
you sit there, transfixed by the water droplets shining on her neat, white
mouth. And as she resumes finishing the puzzle, it suddenly occurs to you
that your heartbeat’s quicker than normal, and there’s a flush on your cheeks
that wasn’t there before, before she got so close to you. |