My first crush.

Write about your first crush

I met my first crush when I was eleven years old. It was at a primarily all-white middle school, and I was drawn to him because we had similar complexions. He had a perfect nose, protruding ears, and the most mischievous eyes I had ever seen. Those eyes were framed by eyebrows reminiscent of a cartoon villain. Everyone thought he was cute, and I didn’t stand a chance. Being taller than him with big, thick African hair, I may have appeared intimidating to him. Unfortunately, we didn’t get along. He would pick on me mercilessly, resorting to hair pulling and teasing about my hair. Due to my Caribbean and southern accent, I felt embarrassed and shy. When he teased me, I would respond with my fist or foot, not wanting to appear weak or vulnerable. Surprisingly, he never hit back; instead, he would just smile and walk away. He usually sat behind me and pulled my hair. However, one day, he sat in front of me, turned to me, and said, “Rub my head,” and as I did, he began to fall asleep. This interaction left me feeling confused about men. My interactions with him is why I feel like I am stoic.