Notes

"his touch is like listening to your favorite song for the first time, delightful and odd and exciting all at the same time. sending electric shocks down your spine. you'd kissed his lips and he brushed his fingers across your hips. he'd touched your hair and you'd grasped his cheek. you both would spend the whole night together. it was wonderous and exhilarating."
auburn hair fell down on her shoulders, as she let it down from the tight grip of a ponytail. Freckles danced across her cheeks and green eyes shone in the morning sun. the girl was sitting up on her bed, feeling the furry white blanket underneath her, grasping the pillows she'd rested her head upon. she had an exciting dream, one of the stories her mother told her. it was about how you would meet your first love, how it would be amazing and lustful. yet she didn't feel that way, not quite. she had dreamt that she was with another kind of lover, a girl. specifically, the one she saw every morning, her name was Maria. she had beautiful hazel eyes and tan skin, brown long hair and a pixie nose. she sat up, lifted her shirt and put on another in its place. a yellow t-shirt, then some jeans, her signature outfit. she met up with her lover
"Hi Kourtney, nice to see ya'"

BEFORE THIS... WHEN IT ALL HAPPENED
Kourtney was 16, on her way to high school. she had earbuds in and was listening to her favorite music when she heard the bus coming.