Teenage years
My first time kiss
The month must have been like November-December. The sky was clear, the sun had set. We were enjoying the sun with our friends sitting on the college campus itself, today we friends were throwing things here and there when my attention was fixed near the main gate of the college.
By Mohit Chawla4 years ago in Confessions
New Yankee Stadium
The New Yankee Stadium Georgia Toews So there we were, the widow the lesbian and me. Me being the 17 year old kid who forced this road trip upon the widow and the lesbian, just to see the Yankee stadium before they destroyed it. ‘Course I planned on seeing it a couple years ago, just never really worked out to come down to New York till now. The game was only tomorrow though in the evening so we had some time to kill during the day. I’m not stupid, I know that they’re people, but I had no idea how I was supposed to kill 8 hours of daylight with these two women. The widow was my grandma, she can’t really walk too much, so the whole idea of exploring downtown had gone to shit. The lesbian, Martha, that used to be my grandmas neighbour, till grandma became a widow, then she moved closer to us. I never really even talked to her that much, the lesbian, not on account of her liking women and all that, I didn’t really care, she can do what she wants. I just always feel bad around her because one time she took care of a little girl, we would play together the girl and I, then the little girl had to leave, go back to her real mom my grandma said. At the time I didn’t know what that meant so I asked Martha if she was just babysitting and that I wanted the girl to come back.
By Georgia Toews4 years ago in Confessions
The Stolen Fake ID
All the popular kids made the trek out to Long Island where somebody knew someone else who knew where to obtain authentic-looking documentation. For us, we thought ourselves lucky in getting an address from Carla’s brother. His wallet held a card of obvious quality workmanship; it was enough to convince any bouncer to overlook his crass immaturity. Unfortunately, as we were working out transportation arrangements, we heard that the head shop he’d gone to had been raided by the police. To say that we were devastated was an understatement. We had no other choice but to travel in the other direction. We'd go to Times Square, where it was rumored, but not confirmed, that fake identification could also be acquired.
By Nancy Gwillym4 years ago in Confessions
The Choice
I had a choice. To save my life or to die a slow, disfiguring death. I faced the world looking down. A mass of collapsed bones compressing my heart and lungs. I stood against the wall in my undergarments, red faced, and exposed. A room full of medical specialists examined my spine with their hands. Questioned repeatedly to figure out if I was in pain, I refused to answer. I felt nothing. I was numb. My mind, a refuge.
By Joey Garofalo4 years ago in Confessions
The Night I Had A Guy Over Without My Mom Knowing
I can't believe I'm going to tell you guys this, but let's be clear on something, this was my first and last time doing this without my mom's permission although I had a little help from my best friend. The craziest thing is that she never knew about this late-night meet, only my best friend knows and nobody else. So here goes nothing.....
By Sorelle.Maia4 years ago in Confessions
Calm, Cool, and Protective
In my opinion, what might be the most accurate way to determine your true self is to observe how you react in either high stress, dangerous, surprising, or simply unexpected situations. In these times, we have no time to think or try to pretend, we can only react instinctually. And, in my opinion, these are the times to take note of. They show us a side of ourselves or someone else we may never have noticed or thought possible. Our instincts can be very telling, which is why I find it an interesting way to know more about a person. In this, I will actually speak of two separate occasions that incited the same instinctual reaction from me.
By Hannah Coltson 4 years ago in Confessions
My Theory of Karma
I’ve always been unlucky when it comes to love. At least that’s what I told myself every time I fell head over heels and had my heart brutally broken. This happened for ages, eventually throwing me in a loop where my head rotated around “I’ll never fall in love again” and “life is short, don’t give up.”
By Iris4 years ago in Confessions
For Him
To the man I never want to see again, I used to believe that you would always be in my life.. I never thought I would've said my final goodbye to you. Hell. I never even said an actual goodbye to you. You were taken out of my life almost immediately, and, at the time, I didn't exactly realize what it was that made others think we were so bad for each other. You were my best friend. You were always my best friend. Since I was eight years old, you and I were inseparable. We did everything together from discussing favorite movies and artists to cooking pasta for lunch for your girlfriend. You remember her, right? The woman who you openly caused pain to both emotionally and physically; the same woman you used to constantly banned from having a child while you spent all your days giving a young child more respect than the woman you supposedly loved. I mean.. I remember you. I remember our relationship. Looking back on it, I'm so fucking thankful you never created any children.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Confessions
