First

Life is tough.

   Firsts are hard. My first breath was almost instantly replaced by screams. My first story involved a cat who could fly. It came with illustrations. My first grade teacher gave me a D for "unrealistic plotlines". My first time I cried for a lost one was for my grandpa, whom I have never met. I didn't cry for my great-grandmother's death. She had Alzheimer's since I was born, so every moment with her was an awkward conversation about nothing. Besides, she died when I was very young, so I didn't fully understand death.
    My first time I did laundry, my crisp white shirt turned into a pink doll's shirt. My first obsession was probably Joan Jett. I wanted to be like her, with her rockin' outfits, and songs with real passion. My first time I really thought about death, I cried so hard; got up at three in the morning, just to sit on the cold kitchen floor, drink water, and think. The water tasted horrendous.
     My first play was about a fairytale law court with the big bad wolf. I was the bailiff. My mom wasn't there, and I almost threw up before the curtains rose. My first seizure happened in a beauty salon, with everyone staring. I felt so chilly. People thought I was a freak. The second time it happened, I collapsed on the dirt, blacking out. The last thing I remember was their laughter. Childhood was hard.
     And now, in my blue cotton shorts, and band tee, I think about all of that. I realize all of that crap that I had to go through is now in me, making me stronger. I looked in his eye, the guy who abused and hurt me. The guy with the ring. Who had proposed just now.
     "No."
     First no to him.
    
     Firsts are hard.

Reviews

[lrigD]

Gripping story, I really liked it! I can't think of much more to say besides that, and that I especially liked the first part of this little story!

[roarke]

Nice. Confidently handled. Joan Jett explains a lot. lol Once your done with firsts, try seconds.... that's a whole other plateau of hard.... lol.

[Once upon a time]

I like the flow, it reads comfortably. It makes me think about a lot of 'firsts' that I've had, and how miserable all of them were. Haha.

But of course, I try never to regret anything. If you regret your past, then you regret who you are now.

In this story, the strength she accumulated from her past, helped her to make the stronger decision. It's so much easier to say 'yes' to someone, for fear of hurting them. But sometimes you need to say 'no', for fear of hurting yourself.

[Bella-Marie]

Wow, strong, powerful and I enjoyed it immensely. The best bits were the describing how 'firsts are hard' in your childhood. Maybe you could describe the 'band tee' but apart from that I loved it!