The Boy Who Stole My Kisses

The Boy Who Stole My Kisses - Prologue

February 18.

The date was engraved in my mind.

It was the day where my life made a drastic change.

I could still remember every detail that had happened as if it was only yesterday - the sound of the ticking of the clock from above the blackboard, in rhythm with the solemn voice of Mrs. DeBarnes, the stuffy smell of the classroom mixed with sweat and parchment, and the look of boredom in the faces of my classmates as they waited impatiently for the final bell to ring.

It was so vivid. But I wish it wasn't. I would give anything to forget that day. I would do anything to change what happened that day.

But I can't. Life is unfair.

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I tapped my pencil on the table impatiently as I watched the seconds of the clock tick by. Ten more minutes! Since when did ten minutes take so long to pass? I watched the clock like a hawk as I counted back the minutes left before the final bell of the school rings.

My last class was History. Don't get me wrong. I love History. I've always enjoyed learning about the history and the diverse cultures of other countries but with Mrs. DeBarnes teaching skills, she had crashed all that enthusiasm in to crumbs. She was literally serenading the class to slumber with her lifeless, flat voice and her apathetic manner towards our disrespectful gestures only adds up to how pathetic this class was.

I looked around the class and saw that almost all the students had gone to fantasy land already. Just like me. Some of the students were texting behind their textbooks, some were doodling in their notes while the rest were either daydreaming or dreaming with their heads leaning on their hands and their eyes closed uncaringly. My classmate beside me was even snoring softly.

Yeah, that's how indifferent Mrs. DeBarnes was.

I shook my head shamefully. This wasn't how a class was supposed to be. Students and teachers should be interacting, discussing about each one's views on the Apocalypse with open-mindedness and zeal, not just by listening to the teacher read from the book. My parents did not pay thousands of dollars for a private school for me to sleep in class.

Ok, now I know what you're thinking. Here's some geeky girl who spends all her time with her nose stuck on books, relentlessly studying and acing every subject without even a tinge of having a social life. Not! I'm quite the opposite of that. Almost.

My parents are both doctors. My dad is a neurosurgeon while my mom is a gynecologist. You could say they are one hell of a couple. They are both successful with their careers and are always in demand around the country so that meant we have to move from one state to another all the time. We just transferred here a few months ago when I was about to enter junior year. We all didn't mind. Actually I've always enjoyed moving from one places to another. Sure, constant changing of friends and adjusting to a whole new town were always a burden but the perks of it was that I got to meet new people and I got to travel around the state. There's nothing more than I love than interacting with new sets of people.