dear diary, is this trauma?

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Dear diary,
                    I was fourteen, maybe even fifteen when I met him. He was two years above. I was a 3rd year in highschool and he was a 5th.

We met due to the Remembrance day parade in our town. We were both representing our high school. Burgundy and gold blazers showing who our group were.

I didn't actually meet him until after the parade, when we getting teas, soups, snacks, drinks, whatever else was being offered in the football club house where the members of the parade could warm up after before leaving.

I wasn't religious, and I hadn't actually gone to church with that school before, but we had made it through the church service and the service at the monument.

I'm getting too carried away in this, aren't I?
Long story short before I tell you my real reason for writing.
A few weeks after the parade, he confronts me, asking to join the senior rock band, so I agreed, the female singer from before had been hot af, though she had unfortunately left.

This guy, he started to become obsessed with me I think. It wasn't long before he changed his iPod password to my birthday!  Creepy as hell.

He invited me to his house to practice the song we were working on, I thought the rest of the band would be there, even the neo-nazi member who turned out to be a kiddy flasher.

Nobody else in the band was there. He's an only child and lived with his parents and gran. His father was out, working I think, but his mother and grandmother were in their living room.

He introduced me to them and his mother asked if practicing the music was all we were doing.

A reminder that I was under age, while he was of age.

She insinuated that the real reason I was there was to have sex with her son.

I knew he had a crush on me, but at that point it had made me uncomfortable being there. 

I couldn't leave at that point because we were supposed to be rehearsing and I would feel awkward just leaving. I had to stay to practice.

This was an older boy who I didn't really know that well, all I knew was he played guitar and lived a few streets away. Yet my mother was trusting enough to let me go.  And she is a paranoid person.

So diary, is this a trauma?

P.S you'll get to know him better soon