The Song I Lost My Virginity To

That was something I wrote a while back for a creative writing improve thing....and nah, this isn't really a true story...

The song I lost my virginity to
was playing on Mischa's radio
on our way to the party
thrown by the girl we barely know
It wasn't until after the ride that I realize it was a tape
mixed by someone named Troy Anderson
which happens to be the name of the teacher who teaches French

 

300 was just about to begin when we walked in
college kid cults split up by fives
pushing red cups when they met my eyes
especially the anti-hygiene guys
I sat by the girl I thought was my friend
Her name was Brianna
All the girls hate her and all the guys date her
She spoke to a group of other people from school
and when I leaned in, she said she'd tell them later

After the party I was barely in ended
Even though she hates beer
Mischa was too wasted to put her key in the ignition
So I hitched a ride with Greg and his friends sat in the back
Anytime a girl advertised her p***y they made a purchase
This wasn't my audition
and they knew it, so they called me "bro"
The beer Mischa got drunk off of was sitting on Greg's dash
but not on his breath because I could smell
His buddy Marcus offerered me some of his special stash
this time it was a joint instead of a hash
"Inhale the smoke, try not to choke," he coughed
I shrugged and said no thanks and promised not to tell
They made jokes I didn't get and yelled out the window "bags for sale!"
and I prayed to the god I didn't believe in
that we don't go to jail

The homework I barely do sat on my desk when I climbed into my room
Essays, worksheets, readings, all forms of useless knowledge
that I won't remember by the time I get through college
but sometimes I do it anyway
Enough to pass but not enough to earn an 'A'
I tossed it all aside and went to bed
I was less lonely than I had been all day
and screamed out a yawn that could wake the dead

The scent of what Marcus smoked last night
woke me up just in time to get to school
After a shower, nod to the parents, and a bus ride
I made it to chemistry
and sat next to the guy I had none with
while admiring the guy I wish I knew
he sat up three rows right next to Brianna
and it was obvious that they really knew each other

Then Ms. Epps collected the homework I didn't do

At lunchtime, Mischa had no trouble deciding who was and wasn't cool
and I sat with the guy everyone avoided
His name was Mike
He smiled at me and my face got hot
and the hotter my face got, so did he
I told him one of Greg and the guys' jokes that I didn't get
but he laughed when I told him one of my own
Then his hand shocked mine and it chilled me to the bone
Good chills, though
We said everything about nothing and he made me a mixed CD
Later I listened and forgot how stressing it is being a junior
how depressing it is being lonely
and how shitty it is being seventeen
and when the CD ended, I loved all of those things about myself

The song I listened to when I didn't go to prom
is playing on my radio
It's early in the summer and the end is almost near
I'll be on my own after about a year
The homework I didn't do didn't stop me from passing
but the paintings I did do got me grants and this car
The boy everyone avoided has replaced the boy I wanted to know
Wherever I'm driving to, I won't get that far
unless I stop for gas
and it wasn't until I was at the station that I realized I no longer have to ask
"where do I go from here?"
Who am I?
I'm not a conformist.

I don't do parties and cliques
I'm not a default teen or a piece of a*s
I'm not an emo, prep, and stoners aren't my "bros"
I'm simply that girl that everyone knows
just doesn't notice
and someday a good friend will "tell me later"
and the song I lost my virginity to
I do not remember

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

this is so wonderful ..i just read a story by someone who is always talking to himself
reminiscing things that had been done,going over life that had been lived..
seeing which did go right ,and which did not..comparing himself to others..
telling the difference between the way he see life ,and the way others..
this is a very shocking write,poking into one self to see what is right..
and what is wrong..i could see there was some laughing at life..
at what others may do and at we actually sometimes do..
i could see you always ponder on how life is taking us along..
but where to go and where is the end..thats if there was any beginning
i really love the way you write ,very different style,so fresh ,so amazing..
lovely write..

[Victoria Harlequin]

Wow, this held my attention.
I liked the last few sentences, great job ^_^

[Wildecat]

This is a very descriptive poem, been to a few of these parties myself so can relate to not knowing what went on. Nice write.