My First Love

My first love was along time ago when I was in first grade. There was a girl named Francis and she was in second grade. She was my first girl friend. Although she was a grade ahead of me, we were the same age. During recess me and some of my friends would get chased by girls. Francis was one of the girls that chased us. Her sister and my sister were friends. My mom had arranged it so that my sister and I would go to Francis's house after school to be watched by her mom. I was glad because I had a crush on Francis and I could be with her more.
After school we would get picked up by Francis's mom and go to their house to do nothing. It was like sitting in a blank, silent room and staring at the wall. There was nothing to do. Because I had a crush on Francis, I was trying to impress her and make her like me. Sometimes instead of going to their house, we were driven around all day. Francis and I would sit in the very bad seats of the sedan. They faced backwards and were the coolest thing to me. One day while driving around, there was a big jolt and Bang! We crashed and I got a little whiplash. It was a little 5-mph crash, but still very memorable. Francis and I were worried and frightened by the crash. I was happy to be with her though.
Sometimes my mom would watch Francis and her older sister as a favor for their mom watching us. Francis and I would hang out in my room and her older sister would be in my sisters room with my sister. When Francis and I first kiss It was at my house. I remember us preparing by rinsing our mouths with scope. Our older sisters instigated the whole thing. They wanted us to kiss more than we wanted to. I didn't really care. After we kissed I felt more comfortable around her. We would sit on my tiny rocking chair in my room and watch Austin Powers. She sat on my lap while I rested my head on her shoulder. Our sisters would barge in and tell us to kiss and we would. When my mom was done making a spaghetti dinner, my sister tried to make a romantic dinner table for us in the garage. I refused to eat there because I didn't want to. We just in the living room.
When a new friend moved next door to me, I stopped going out with Francis. She wanted me to stay inside with her and I wanted to play outside with my friend. We barely ever talked again and my mom found my sister and I a new babysitter.