I am 11 and a half years old. At the end of my 6th-grade year during the summer, my parents break up for good. They don’t have any money to pay rent so the landlord evicts us. Child protective services push that our grandfather takes my sisters into temporary custody otherwise the state will. My grandfather allows my stepdad to move in on the grounds that he’s sober and attends AA meetings.
My stepdad enrolls me in 8th grade at the middle school close to my grandfather’s house.
I decided to fixate on this boy in my computer science class. I noticed he was always drawing or sketching in a small sketch book. I was excited to meet someone who also liked anime as well as drawing it. He was very talented at drawing. I figured if I befriended him maybe I could learn to draw as well as him. He was kind to me. I hadn’t experienced that yet from boys so naturally, I grew to have a crush on him. I wanted to be liked back.
Goths kids at my former, and predominantly puerto rican, black, dominican middle school – didn’t really exist. You would be bullied and dubbed an “Offie” . Goth kids in the mostly white middle in the nicer side of town were just avoided by normal and preppy kids.
My childhood best friend started to gravitate heavily towards industrial music, metal, pop- punk. Her mom started buying her clothes from Hot Topic. I remember feeling very scared and alarmed the first time I went there with her.
I didn’t want to be left behind so I slowly started to find ways to dress punk. I was no longer interested in hoop earrings, phat farms, timberlains, and mud jeans. I went from being called “DSL” ( Dick-sucking-lips even though I had never sucked a dick at that point in my life ) to just “Watch out she might cast a spell and curse you!” I went from being a short flat-chested, gap-toothed, bushy-haired-chubby girl to braces, slim, a cup and then finally tall. My relatives as well as my stepfather loved to praise how good I looked now that I lost my baby weight. Nobody knew I was skipping breakfast and lunch to appear like I had an allowance with my new friends.
One of the few white boys from my old school, Ronald had caught the eye of my best friend. I thought he was weird until he started wearing eyeliner. Then he was very cute to me. All of us would hang out in the basement at his house. He would show us music he liked. He had strobe light going. Prodigy on the stereo “Smack my bitch up!” Him and I started flirting or chasing each other around the basement. My friend seemed to be sick so she was laying on the couch.
Out of view from our other friends- I decided to kiss him. It was an innocent quick peck. The thrill of it was overshadowed by guilt. I had no idea my friend had a crush on him until later. I felt terrible.
Then there was a new guyfriend, Brandon. He was funny. We were all camping in a tent in the yard of my best friend’s family’s rhode island cottage. We got very close. Then we kissed. I had never had a french before so when his tongue just went languid in my mouth I was replused. I didn’t want to kiss like that ever.