*The theme for my A to Z is Childhood Stories. Some are real, some are embellished, some are downright fictional but are based on the kind of things I imagined when I was younger.*
Today’s letter is L for love, or first love to be precise. The subtitle to this story could be Seduction by Pencil Case.
My very first crush was when I was five. His name was Monsieur Charbonel, and he was my teacher. I don’t actually know his first name (teachers don’t really have first names when you’re young, do they?) and I don’t really remember what he looked like, other than he had dark hair. Very handsome dark hair, mind you.
One afternoon, when we were reaching the end of class, I finished my project a bit before everyone else. The class was noisy as everyone talked.
I put all my pencils in my pencil case, I closed my workbook, and I sat quietly with my arms crossed on my desk. This wasn’t completely innocent – I did it to impress Monsieur Charbonel.
And impress him it did.
He told the class to take example on me because I was behaving so well. I did my best not to grin from ear to ear in what was my very first attempt at playing it cool, but inside I was deliriously happy. I was on cloud nine hundred and ninety-nine.
It was my very first little love story.