My Own McKenna

My Own McKenna

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A love no one saw coming, not even him. A story about a sad, pitiable, fourteen year old boy with a deadly attraction, who falls in love with an eleven year old girl, McKenna Asher.
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Summary

A love no one saw coming, not even him. A story about a sad, pitiable, fourteen year old boy with a deadly attraction, who falls in love with an eleven year old girl, McKenna Asher.

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Submitted: June 04, 2017

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I was a mere fourteen years old when I first met and fell in love with McKenna Asher. She was only eleven.

Despite my young age, I was a quite mature fourteen-year-old, in body as well as  mind. I would often receive compliments of my intelligence and acknowledgments of my over-developed physique. As for the things concerning the mind, it is true that I made good grades in school. In every class I maintained no less than a ninety-six percent average grade. I was often labeled as "the smartest kid in school."

Although I had a mental superiority and at times even looked down upon my peers, in my lust for love, I was immature. Dear readers, I have no usual desire. I, being fourteen, was attracted to girls who had seen many less days than had I. My love went towards young girls, and no one else. The ages of my "loves" would usually range from eight to twelve years old. I have no hint  nor inkling of a clue as to why I was cursed with this venomous love. The only sensible cause for my attraction (at least that I can think of) is the young age at which I made the less than smooth transition from childhood to adolescence in that blighted time known as puberty. While most males will commence puberty at the age of thirteen or so, I was and am no common male.

The first spell which the years burdened me with was acne, which came when I was in the early months of ten. The small exaggerated bumps would plague my face and would not recede until almost four years later. Secondary in the sequence, my vocal pitch lowered from and alto range to a tenor (I would reach low bass in sixth grade, when I was eleven). Then, I began growing pubic hair about halfway into my tenth year. Finally, at about the same point, I began having multiple sexual "lusts."

To put it nicely, I was looking at the females around me with an overly mature eye. The issue was this: since I was the only one amongst my group who was at this stage of sexual development, I was alone in my desires. No one was there to reciprocate my affection.

This, is what I believe to be the purpose for my strange attraction (or at least the most reasonable explanation for it).

For a long time, one that stretched almost two years, I thought with the utmost certainty that I would never find someone to adore, someone who would look up at me with love. It was then that I met McKenna Asher.



 


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