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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Sample from my novel in progress

Chapter 1
A forced experience
I was only a kid but there was a vagina staring in my face. "Kiss it", Sherri demanded. "kiss Janika's coochie or else!"
As I rested on my knees on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom stall, all sorts of thoughts rushed through my head as I stared at Janika's hairless vagina. I felt guilty for feeling funny inside of my private parts. Later on I would learn that I was aroused and I could feel God's eyes staring at me. Watching me. I knew this would make him angry. Even though I was being bullied, I kind've liked it and that's why God would be angry with me.
I grew up in a religious household. My parents would rise before the crack of dawn and recite their prayers before God. We went to the Mosk on Fridays and read the Holy Quran. I was too young to participate in everything my parents did, but my mom always reminded me that I would go to hell if I ever displeased her, for that would be to displease God.
Janika's thumb was shaking as she used it to hold down her panties. I don't know if she was nervous too, or if her thumb was growing tired as she revealed herself to me. My knees began to hurt. I don't know how long the three of us could stay in that stall. I could hear feet shuffling in and out of the door of the bathroom. Why hadn't a teacher come in to check on us? It was now or never. Besides, a part of me wanted to do it. I was curious. I closed my eyes and fixed my lips, puckering just enough, and then I did it. I kissed Janika's coochie.
"Now get up!" Sherri forced, pulling me up by my shirt. I faced Sherri eye to eye. Her pretty narrow face looked so angry. All I ever wanted was for us to be friends. No matter what I did, she wouldn't be nice to me.
"I'm telling on you now," Sherri taunted. "Wait till yo' daddy come pick you up." She then took Janika by the hand, leading her out of the stall and out of the bathroom. Janika looked back at me, with a bit of sympathy peeking through. But she was Sherri's best friend and Sherri had a strong influence on her. Janika was as weak as me so I knew I couldn't depend on her for a rescue.
I stood there all alone feeling betrayed, but I was a pushover. I couldn't even bring myself to fuss back at them in defense. All I could do was hope and pray that by nap time, Sherri and Janika would forget about this incident.
The day went on as usual. I had completely forgot all about the bathroom bulling. I was caught up into playing with toys during recess and learning about sentences and numbers. Everything was fine, all until my father walked in. His gleaming smile danced at me and I returned a glorious smile to him. I jumped up to join him at the exit when Sherri and Janika decided to join me in a menacing way. My heart sank to the bottom of my feet when I saw them and I knew what they had come to do.
"Mia kissed Janika's vagina!" Sherri was cunning. She knew what she was doing. She even used the correct word and spoke intelligently to my father as if I was the nasty demon who had influenced them with my nasty ideas. She said it again, seeing the look of confusion on my father's face. "Mia kissed Janika's vagina in the bathroom!"
My father looked down on me, confused and disgusted. He nodded his head towards them. "I'll talk to her when we get home". He said, not wanting to express his adult thoughts to a couple of kids.
The ride home was long and quiet. There was nothing to be said. In fact, the topic itself was embarrassing and awkward. How do I explain my side of the story? As a child, I felt cornered. Maybe I was in the wrong. I did get that tingly feeling down there.
Later that evening as I played with my toys, I noticed my parents both sitting in the dark in the living room. They were in a deep discussion and I knew it concerned me. I looked down at the lifeless doll in my hand and for a moment I wished I was like her; lifeless and safe. I looked towards my parents and by this time they were both watching me. They exchanged uneasy glances before getting up and approaching me.
"What you did was wrong and ugly and Allah certainly doesn't like it." My mom spoke with such calmness to the extent that it was frightening because I knew that that was the tone a person spoke in, right before going ballistic. She continued, "Your father and I don't want to hurt you, but we're going to have to give you a spanking."
I violently shook my head no then with the blink of an eye, I took off running. I don't remember much else about that night except for the both of them chasing me with their hands extending in an attempt to spank my butt. You would think after that, that I would have been scared straight, but that was just the beginning of my sexual curiosities.