Chapter One

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I can still hear the lawn mowers roaring! Why is it Saturday's must begin at the crack of dawn. I was probably talking on the phone till late, planning the next evenings events. I just knew hanging out with my friends from school would be a blast we always had fun.
My mother had other plans. My name is Nicole, and since I got my permit at age 15, I was able to give my mother peace of mind somewhat by being my sisters chauffeur. Meanwhile, my friends lived it up at high school football games, after parties, dances.
I lost my virginity to my best guy friend, nothing more came of it, just a tipsy night when I insisted he took my V card so no guy could ever have the bragging rights. That decision I made took more from me than the physical doing. It shut my emotions down. I would feel attached to guys I was in relations with but I would never truly love, nor would I know what love felt like in my next decade or so.

My new friends around me began getting in relationships one after the other. That really changed things. My friend list was dropping by the week with each new romance. I thought what they were getting into was a fairy tale romance. Then, one of my guy friends, who was dating my friend, proved to me that it was all an illusion, that loyalty was rare. As I was watching a movie with him he called one of his girlfriends, not his official girlfriend ,but a mutual friend in the group, to meet up later that day. When he hung up he told me he fucked her regularly she doesn't tell his official girlfriend who, by the way, is her best friend.
Trust no bitch.

A couple years later, I found myself in a relationship with the Varsity football quarterback. It was fun. It was safe. It was true love. I mean it had to be right, because we said the "L" word so the stories say. We married right out of high school, since, of course, I got pregnant.

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