I hadn't friends at all, but I was invited to a birthday party of one of my classmates in highschool. Her name was Greta and she had a twin. They had pretty different personalities. Greta was so square minded and her twin was totally the opposite.
Once, after an awful painting workshop, I spoke to Greta. She had an older brother which also studied on that high school. His name was Lenin. He was handsome and girls in the classroom were crazy about him. I was curious about his name.
I just wanted to know if Greta's parents were interested on Russian literature and then I told her "You're brother has an unusual name...", and she went nuts.
Greta yelled at me. She warned me that Lenin would know what I'd just said about his name and that he would beat me up.
Obviously, I thought she was being dramatic -not to mention that she seemed to me so flighty and temperamental-, but I was also scared.
I hated Greta. I couldn't believe it. I really wanted to know if her parents were interested in Russian literature. It was pretty disappointing.
Nevertheless, I was there, as a guest, in the twins' birthday party.
They lived in a small house in a housing unit.
We were supposedly having fun in a yard that was also a parking lot.
Everybody was listening up Ace Of Base. Some girls were dancing with another girls, while some boys stared at them like zombies. Another guys were playing football.
I was there 'cause I never had been in a teenage party and I felt curious about it.
It was more an elementary school party with Frankenstein-like guests (enormous kids with infantile voices and terrible odors, and tiny girls with women bodies), and I was getting bored.
No one drank or smoked. I guess just no one had tried drugs.
Suddenly, when I was about to get back home, a weird girl appeared out of nowhere.
She used a strange device to correct the posture of her feet and because of it she walked slowly. We made eye contact and she smiled.
She seemed so shy.
All night long I was thinking about her.
What was that strange device? Did the girl have polio?
A few days later, I knew that girl's name.
Karen was Greta's cousin.
What a surprise.
When I was in the last year of highschool, Karen just came in.
I don't remember how exactly she became my first girlfriend.
I don't even remember trying to seduce her.
I don't even remember if I approached to her and then if I told her my name.
Someday we were just hanging out in the middle of spring, in the schoolyard.
Her eyes were so big and sweet. They looked like the eyes of Margaret Keane's paintings.
She walked in a very weird way. It looked like if she had crooked legs.
She played football. Greta told me that Karen even had a football player boyfriend.
She wrote me letters. She was a baby girl and she didn't care about ortography.
She was very flirty and got me into a lot of trouble, but she was my first girlfriend.
All That She Wants
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