This is a writing exercise we did in class.
The night of my first kiss seemed relatively normal. I was at a dance. I'm not really much of a social bug, so I stayed in the shadows and kept to myself. I had decided that tonight I was going to have my first kiss. I was 16 and I had never been kissed. My friends made fun of me constantly for this. No more. I was going to have my first kiss. The trouble was, I had to find the right girl. All the girls here were dressed like sluts and had globs of makeup on their eyes. It was disgusting. I wanted a girl who had a little more respect for herself.
Just then, a young girl around my age entered the room. She wore a modest but beautiful blue dress. She had just the right amount of make up on and her hair was left completely down. It was a natural beauty and it was very refreshing. She walked over to the refreshments and didn't grab any punch, yet I noticed she had a cup in her hand. She made her way over to a corner that was out of sight to people but she could still see everyone. On an impulse, I walked next to her and she looked curiously at me as I leaned against the wall.
"Michael," I said, introducing myself.
"Amy," she responded, staring into the crowd of people.
Acting on another impulse, I turned her toward me. She didn't move away. Before I could stop myself, I had decided that she would be my first kiss. I never was that good at resisting impulses. I leaned in and quickly pressed my lips to hers. To my utter surprise and pleasure, she didn't pull away. She melted into me and her empty punch cup fell to the floor. I vaguely heard a beeping sound but ignored it.
Amy pulled herself quickly away from me. "SHOOT!" she exclaimed. She chucked the beeping cup to the far side of the room and pulled me down to the floor. Before I could ask her what was going on, that side of the room blew up. I gaped in shock. "LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" she screeched.
Did this make sense? What was your first impression of Amy? Is Michael too stupid?