My first kiss happened when I was dating a cute girl in high school by the name of Kelly. Kelly had nice black hair, beautiful brown eyes like a dear, and smooth lips and a nice face. So we did stuff. I took her to a football game. She was a big sports fan. You would never know it if you saw her, but she was. So we had fun watching the game. Afterwards I drove her to my house and she said to me "That was fun! Hey, do you want to kiss?" I was nervous. I had never kissed a girl before. I could feel myself blushing hotly and I stuttered "uhuh-huhuh s-sure".Her parents weren't home, so why not? So we kissed. I felt her tongue slide inside my mouth but it did not feel right. It felt like tentacles. I flinched and pulled back off of her face. I saw it for a second, but she had a split tongue. It freaked me out and I shouted. My shout caused her to scream and tumble back into her front door. When she hit the door, the porch lamp above it fell off and crashed on her head. It all happened so fast! The hot lightbulb crushed on her hair and set it on fire! She lit up like a christmas tree! She ran ran around screaming bloody murder! I could smell the awful stench of burning hair. I panicked, not knowing what to do. But then I remembered that you should drop and roll when you are on fire. So I grabbed her, threw her on the ground and rolled her all over the place, trying to snuff out the flames. Unfortunately, I was rolling her on her driveway, which happened to have a lot of spilled oil. This oil, which lead to the garage, caught on fire. It was all too much! Before I knew it, her garage caught on fire! I was so screwed! Fortunately, the fire alarm went off and a firetruck showed up! Now Kelly's house wasn't going to burn! I watched in amazement as the fire crew unwound the hose and quickly attached it to the truck (there weren't any fire hydrants nearby)Then something terrible happened...when they sprayed the fire, it lit up and exploded! Then a trail of fire followed the jet of "water". I heard swearing and somebody shouting "STOP THE PUMP! YOU ATTACHED IT TO THE WRONG TANK!" They had attached the hose pump to the gasoline tank! Now the whole house was on fire and so was the firetruck! I heard one of them shout "RUN AWAY! IT IS GOING TO BLOW!!!"! Then a huge explosion lit up. I felt a wave of heat and a shock wave knocked me over. When I regained consciousness, I realized that the firemen were dead. They had been too close to the explosion. I went over to Kelly and too was dead. Her body was burnt to a crisp. I cried and shouted, pounding my fists into the ground. How could this have happened? Why did it happen? I heard her parents pull into the driveway. I turned around to face the car, my eyes flowing with tears. Her mother and father jumped out of the car and ran over, shouting and screaming "WTH DID YOU DO?!? WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!?" I made a slight motion toward her dead body. Immediately her mother screamed and ran over to Kelly's corpse. In a desperate attempt to wake Kelly up, her mother shook her body, insisting that she is just sleeping. Her father ran over to Kelly too. Yelling at her body, tell her to wake up. Eventually, her mother shook her crisp body so hard that Kelly's arm broke off. It was a tragic day. I explained my story to the police and they did not have sufficient evidence to convict me. Her parents hated me and I was not allowed to attend to the funeral. I attended anyway in secret as I watched her burial from a distance. As the paul bearers carried her casket to the gave, one of them tripped and cause the others to drop the coffin, spilling Kelly's dead burnt corpse right in front of the audience, drawing screams from everybody. Her mother had a heart attack and died.