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Hey, I’m Nisha-Chan, but you can call me Nisha. I guess if I’m going to tell you my story, I should start from the beginning.

     It all started on my first day of middle school when I was hanging out with my lifelong best friend, Kana-chan. We had been aloud half an hour outside and we had chosen to sit at a spot on the side of the soccer field. When Kana was talking about how much she absolutely loathed her mother, blah blah blah (she talked about this frequently and I had learned to tune it out), she stopped chattering in mid-sentence. I knew this could only mean four things. A bug was within a ten foot radius, I had turned into a blood sucking monster, the world was coming to an end, or a cute boy was entering the area.
     I turned my torso to see where she was looking. It was definitely the latter. “Oh my god!” she shrieked none to discreetly.  He was striding straight toward us with what looked to be the entire junior football team and a very large group of awestruck females. “Hey, I heard you were new here,” I shook myself from the enchantment he had set upon me, and managed a slow nod. The girls giggled with amusement at my trance like state.
     “Well, we have this, um…what’s the word?” A wave of suppressed laughter spread through the crowd as one of the football players said, “Initiation”. The now hysterical group of girls bobbed their heads in agreement.
     Kana broke the stream of chuckles by inquiring, “So, what is this…tradition?” Kana twirled her lustrous curls and smiled suggestively. I waited for him to flirt back (she always got all of the guys). To my surprise, his easy going smile slipped away and his face became a tad abrasive and he replied, “Have you ever heard of, spin the bottle?” Kana was absolutely ecstatic; I thought I was going to throw up.
     Various couples kissed, but no one had spun Kurano- as I soon learned the main guy’s name- much to the female’s disappointment. Finally, it was my turn. I didn’t think I would be able to do it, I didn’t think that my body would function enough to move my hand to the bottle. Kana ushered my hand forward. “Good luck!” she whispered excitedly in my ear. My hand shook so much that I had to clench my teeth to stop, after what seemed like an eternity later my fingers grasped the bottle. It was cool to the touch in contrast with my profusely sweating hand.
     I got dizzy watching the bottle spin in circles. This was the most important day in my middle school experience. Who it landed on decided where and who I would hang out with and what place. The bottle wavered to a stop. It took a minute to sink in where the bottle had landed, it was dead silent. Then the gasps of jealousy were carried throughout the girls like a disease. I thought my heart would burst with happiness at the thought of kissing Kurano. But I started to worry. What if I messed up? What if I wasn’t good? I hadn’t ever kissed a boy. Everyone around me shoved me closer to him. I looked back for Kana’s familiar face, but I couldn’t locate her in the sea of blonde hair. My lips tingled with excitement, I could feel them pulsing. My heart was in my throat. I leaned in for the kiss. I was centimeters away, when I felt a sharp pain in my mouth. I brought my head up quickly to the bellowing laughter of the onlookers. I had kissed the jagged rock behind Kurano. Kana had pulled him away at the very last moment. The betrayal was like a physical blow to my chest. I couldn’t breathe, I had to get out. I started to run as fast as I could until the wind in my ears drowned out the hateful laughter. I would get her back.

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Hey, I’m Nisha-Chan, but you can call me Nisha. I guess if I’m going to tell you my story, I should start from the beginning.

     It all started on my first day of middle school when I was hanging out with my lifelong best friend, Kana-chan. We had been aloud half an hour outside and we had chosen to sit at a spot on the side of the soccer field. When Kana was talking about how much she absolutely loathed her mother, blah blah blah (she talked about this frequently and I had learned to tune it out), she stopped chattering in mid-sentence. I knew this could only mean four things. A bug was within a ten foot radius, I had turned into a blood sucking monster, the world was coming to an end, or a cute boy was entering the area.
     I turned my torso to see where she was looking. It was definitely the latter. “Oh my god!” she shrieked none to discreetly.  He was striding straight toward us with what looked to be the entire junior football team and a very large group of awestruck females. “Hey, I heard you were new here,” I shook myself from the enchantment he had set upon me, and managed a slow nod. The girls giggled with amusement at my trance like state.
     “Well, we have this, um…what’s the word?” A wave of suppressed laughter spread through the crowd as one of the football players said, “Initiation”. The now hysterical group of girls bobbed their heads in agreement.
     Kana broke the stream of chuckles by inquiring, “So, what is this…tradition?” Kana twirled her lustrous curls and smiled suggestively. I waited for him to flirt back (she always got all of the guys). To my surprise, his easy going smile slipped away and his face became a tad abrasive and he replied, “Have you ever heard of, spin the bottle?” Kana was absolutely ecstatic; I thought I was going to throw up.
     Various couples kissed, but no one had spun Kurano- as I soon learned the main guy’s name- much to the female’s disappointment. Finally, it was my turn. I didn’t think I would be able to do it, I didn’t think that my body would function enough to move my hand to the bottle. Kana ushered my hand forward. “Good luck!” she whispered excitedly in my ear. My hand shook so much that I had to clench my teeth to stop, after what seemed like an eternity later my fingers grasped the bottle. It was cool to the touch in contrast with my profusely sweating hand.
     I got dizzy watching the bottle spin in circles. This was the most important day in my middle school experience. Who it landed on decided where and who I would hang out with and what place. The bottle wavered to a stop. It took a minute to sink in where the bottle had landed, it was dead silent. Then the gasps of jealousy were carried throughout the girls like a disease. I thought my heart would burst with happiness at the thought of kissing Kurano. But I started to worry. What if I messed up? What if I wasn’t good? I hadn’t ever kissed a boy. Everyone around me shoved me closer to him. I looked back for Kana’s familiar face, but I couldn’t locate her in the sea of blonde hair. My lips tingled with excitement, I could feel them pulsing. My heart was in my throat. I leaned in for the kiss. I was centimeters away, when I felt a sharp pain in my mouth. I brought my head up quickly to the bellowing laughter of the onlookers. I had kissed the jagged rock behind Kurano. Kana had pulled him away at the very last moment. The betrayal was like a physical blow to my chest. I couldn’t breathe, I had to get out. I started to run as fast as I could until the wind in my ears drowned out the hateful laughter. I would get her back.