Its just a regular day, a regular Wednesday to be perfectly exact.” That was the thought that crossed my mind the morning of Wednesday, February 20th. I was very wrong.
Just two simple words can bring me back th that “regular” day, Fiddler practice. On February 20th we had an after school practice for the school musical, Fiddler on the Roof. As sad as this may sound I never had a “first kiss” until last term, February 20th. My friend, let’s call him Bill, is tall with black shaggy hair. He is such a sweet heart, always trying to make people laugh and smile (which he is very good I might add). Well, Bill was like my best friend since first term I mean we did just about everything together, I was the one who got him to do the musical with me. On this “regular Wednesday Bill had been trying to kiss me all day long by hugging me and trying to get a little closer than “friend like”. I thought that it all was a little strange but I was okay with it because he’s just so darn cute! Finally, during Fiddler practice, just before we rehearsed Tradition, I gave him a hug, and there it was. I guess it was like Romeo kissing Juliet, how she knew it was going to happen, but at the same time it came unexpectedly. I never would have thought that he would actually kiss me in the middle of play practice, but he did. I think Shakespeare described the feeling best in Romeo and Juliet “Smile Heavens upon this holy act after hours with sorrow chide us not!” (2.6. line). It’s like afterwards nothing bad can happen and life is great, wonderful, and glorious.
I can still see the look on my best friend “Joan’s” face when I told her what happened. She freaked out, and it was very loud and jumpy. Pretty soon every girl in the musical knew what had happened because of Joan’s reaction. My face turned a very bright tomato red and it soon became quit warm inside the studio. I felt bad for Bill because everyone was flipping out and asking him about it. It was kind of funny as well as embarrassing. Anyway, after we did Tradition he kept asking questions like “Wanna go out sometime?” I really didn’t know what to say because you never can tell when Bill is being serious or not. I would have never known he was serious if my friend “Nancy” hadn’t come over and told me was, so I said “Yeah.”
That’s basically how the whole thing began and everything went downhill from there. We did the musical and had some pretty good times. Like for example we went to Village Inn after the Saturday night performance, not just me and Bill but the whole cast. At Village Inn it was Bill, Me, Joan, and her boyfriend (Bill’s best friend) “Max” all at a table. We were there until around twelve thirty, one o’ clock, just sitting having some laughs singing and dancing the musical songs, it was awesome.
Then a new term started after a long four day weekend. But, when we came to school on that Wednesday, Bill was completely ignoring me. He wouldn’t even look at me, for an entire day. The next day I texted him, “…. is there a reason you were ignoring me yesterday?” and he said “…. this weekend just got me thinking and I guess I changed.”
Of course I was confused when he said that and I continued to text him throughout the day. Though we never spoke a word to each other. When at the end of fourth period he texted “….. you don’t even deserve a jerk like me, just dump me,” I had no idea what he was talking about, and of course that probably meant he did something really bad over the weekend. So, I said “…. what did you do?”
Finally, at the beginning of fifth period I got my answer, he said “…. lets just say I’m not a virgin anymore.” That pretty much ripped my heart out. Fortunately my good friend Posh was there to keep me calm and she comforted me a whole ton. When the bell rang I literally ran up the stairs to Joan and just bawled, for the first time in like a year or so. When I got home it took me about .5 seconds to go from sad and upset to royally pissed off, I punched the wall twice. The next day, Friday, I went over to Joan’s house ate a whole carton of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Ice cream, watched Romeo and Juliet, and of course went on an hour and a half rant about how stupid boys are and what the true meaning of love really is. Now as I think back on it I can see how I have “changed” by having my heart broken I now no longer take friends and loved ones for granted.
