My chest hurts. I was walking out of the changing rooms. This mean old bitch slams the door into me. It fucking hurt. It still does. Feels like when I was eleven. That time at camp. I got left behind. I had to join the big girls. They were playing soccer. This one girl tattooed me hard in the chest. I crumple to the ground. Ms Rohn came to my rescue. I was smitten. She took me inside. Iced my chest. Rubbed my titties. Made them feel good. I remember several days later. We were running around. It was a scavenger hunt. Both of us fell into the flower bed. We were in the middle. The flowers were high all around us. I was on top of her. We both were laughing hard. Then I realized where I was. I stopped laughing. Looked into her eyes. She stopped laughing too. I lowered my head. Closed my eyes. Opened my lips. I wanted to kiss her. I felt her breath. Then she pushed me off. I hadnt been quick enough. She didnt say anything about it. She just stayed away from me. I didnt understand. I thought she was angry. I felt miserable. I wanted to drown myself in the lake. Desperate youth. I wonder where she is. She is probably 28 or 29. Would she kiss me now?