DontTouch

    "Don't touch me!"

     That's what I say all the time. I don't like to be touched that much and I don't like anything going around behind my back...physically. I don't know why I get that way. I remember the first time I brought it to people's attention. I was fifteen and it was in December. My aquaintances and I were hanging out during out lunch period. Talking about what most high school chicks talk about. Nothing in particular, they just make a big deal out of the subject.

     I remember I had commented on something that made my friend Amanda walk over towards me and start to hug me. I snapped.

     "No, please don't," I said as calm as I could. Then I slipped away from her. I didn't want to embarass her in front of everyone. Now that I think about it, I probably did.

     "What's wrong?" Amada asked politely.

     "Nothing. It's just that I don't really liked being hugged that much."

     That was the start of everything.

     Don't get me wrong. If someone want's to hug me, that's fine. As long as I know it's coming. During that time...I was getting low with myself. I felt my forlorn-self rising up to my neck. Suffocating me everyday.

     There is only one person that I feel comfortable hugging. My high school government teacher. Not that everyone makes me feel bad. I will accept any hug. There is something about that teacher, though.

     I guess hugs come with trust. I am a playfull person, but if you fool with my emotions I will never talk to you or act around you the same again. You will have to regain my trust.

     I am not an easy person to gain.