My Confessions-Personal Narrative

Confessions

Justin took things better than I had expected. He was very upset about me getting jumped, but when I explained the entire situation he agreed with me that it was probably over. I told him about some of the other things that went on in the club. I explained the private dances and the champagne room. Somehow I conveniently left out the part about Angel kissing me. I just couldn’t tell him. I don’t even think it had anything to do with worrying about Justin getting mad at me. It was something more than that. For me, the kiss had meant something. It was special. I felt as though it would take something away from the experience if I shared it with someone else. I wanted to keep it for me, just me. I went to that place in my mind often. …show more content…
I felt that there would be less explaining to do. People usually respected privacy when there was a personal issue going on in someone’s life. I didn’t want to have to lie to everyone about what illness I had and why I had to miss several days of …show more content…
I found myself reading a few sentences, then drifting off with my own thoughts and having to go back and reread things over and over. This was getting me nowhere. I set the book down beside me on the comforter and closed my eyes. I pictured the club, the lights, and the stage. I could hear the music in my head, bass booming and making me want to dance. And I could picture Angel, her smile playful and mischievous. My body warmed at the thought of her. I realized I missed her and was possibly pushing myself to go back to work sooner than necessary so I could see her. I had to admit it. I had a severe girl crush on her. I didn’t know what to make of it, so I decided for once not to over-analyze my feelings. There was no point. I knew the kiss didn’t mean anything to her, so for me I would just consider it an