Analysis Of Almost First Kiss By Cassele Hutt

Almost First Kiss - Cassele Hutt

As a kid, boys never interested me. I didn't understand ‘crushes’ or primary school love affairs. There was a large difference between the younger and older primary students. I know this because when I was in Year 3, my sister was in Year 8. She ruled the school in the highest grade, while I was just climbing out of social innocence. It bothered me seeing her and her friends parade around with smug superiority. They gained satisfaction and arrogance from being the only teens in the whole school. They were Thirteen, with button phones and Facebook, about to leave for high school. While we were a group of Seven Year old children who were coming out of babyhood, trying to throw away our beloved Barbies and blankets to be ‘big kids’. Our school had

Pokemon cards, bracelets, finger knitting. The latest craze was sherbet, which of course was illegal at school. One girl would deal out bags that she’d prepared at home for a dollar, with a lollipop inside. Ray and I purchased one each, and ran to the back of the field to eat it in secrecy. We hid behind a huge tree, and leaned against the back of it, shoulder to shoulder. I thought this was perfect - secluded, private, romantic. I was so determined for the magical garden wedding, I had to do it. We were talking nonsense. I wasn’t listening to him ramble on as I worked up my courage. I was just preparing myself as a loud, deep voice yelled behind us.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The voice automatically made us shove our illegal powders under our legs. But, a snickering year 8 girl walked out from behind the tree, and our frightened eyes rolled back to normal.

“Did you think I was a teacher? Got you.” She sneered. She was a friend of my sisters, and had clearly been told of my plan, wanting to catch the moment.

“But really, what are two doing?” She implied in a cheeky tone.

“We’re just eating our sherbet in peace.” Ray said, taking another heap on his