*AN*- I wrote this for my Composition class. We were told to write Autobiography type essays and this was the "life-altering" event of my choice. It's just a very rough essay skeleton, so I'll post a final draft when I have a bit more time to work on it.

~Steffie~

The harsh afternoon sun glared cruelly off the mirrored walls, pinning our overworked, exhausted bodies to the floor. Our Sensei paced before us, indefatigable, about to demonstrate the latest string of tortures he would force our weak and rubbery muscles to perform. They all watched carefully, attentively, mentally marking the exact arc of his leg as it whipped through the air in a flurry of kicks. I, on the other hand, occupied myself with the gorgeous male specimen sitting just in front of me, slightly to the right. With a dreamy sigh, I watched as he impatiently shoved his shaggy blond hair out of striking bright blue eyes. I crept closer, unable to resist the blatant temptation. Sneaking a quick peek at the sensei, noting his averted attention, I made my move. I grabbed my elusive love by his sparring shirt, whipped him around, and planted a kiss square on his lips. We both flushed a bright pink, starring at each other in surprise. He brought his hand up and I felt the butterfly assault in the pit of my stomach. “YUCK!” His hand mashed against his mouth in disgust and I felt myself unceremoniously shoved to the floor. Did I mention that we were both 4?
My mortification at that brutal rejection still makes me cringe. I can see that little monster as clearly as that day, rubbing furiously at his mouth and carrying on about “yucky girl cooties”. Of course as any broken hearted girl, I drowned my sorrows over shot after shot … of ice cold chocolate milk and a fistful of animal crackers. I look back at this cold harsh trauma thoroughly convinced that it is in fact the reason my lackluster love life remains bleak. However, my friends merely brand me as an overly-analytical chicken hiding behind a meaningless childhood crush gone horribly wrong. Take your pick.