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My First Kiss Is Destiny
The New Girl
It’s the middle of the night. I’m all alone at our neighborhood’s basketball goal. Little did I know there was an audience of one, keeping track of my makes.
I’m up to 30, I’m walking back to the line, I hear a screen door creep open and close.
I look up to see a shadowy vision approach. The vision has a smooth, unassuming gait and a womanly silhouette. She walks into the light. It’s the new girl. I saw her walk into Donald’s apartment earlier.
“30 in a row. Do you ever miss?”
I glance around to make sure she’s speaking to me. I offer a smile.
“Sometimes, but only when distracted. I must admit, you are a beautiful distraction.”
She walks right up to me, invading my personal space. I welcomed the invasion. My new friend smells of Johnson shampoo and fresh baby powder. She dons a white shorty short romper. Flip-flops protect her delicate toes.
“Where did you come from?” I asked.
“The apartment two doors away. I was getting a drink of water. I hear a bouncing ball. Look out the window and saw you shooting free throws. I had planned to watch till you miss, but since that never happened. I figured I’d come and get a closer inspection.”
