As the summer ended and the new school year Freshman year came about I had become a whole new person. I lost all the baby weight got some hips, a lil booty, and cut my hair shoulder length I no longer wanted hair to my arms it was a hassle. The first day I walked in I was nervous as hell. My older brother didn't want me with his crowd and I was ok with that I would find my own way and I did. I got into athletics got on the Volleyball team, track, tennis, basketball, and softball. A all around athlete which made me meet some of the "cool" kids and not to mention that most of the cool kids were in bad as well as me. I was the shortest in my section I played the bass clarinet weighing all of 115 pounds which made marching the hardest for me, but I handled it with ease even sitting on three books just to play it. As the year went on things at home became rocky my parents seemed as if they were stricter and I felt sheltered so I started hanging at my cousins house in Gladewater every weekend if I would've known then what I know now I would've stayed at home more. I began going to a lot of parties and became more noticeable in the eyes of young men, but with the wrong intentions. Towards the end of freshman year I ran into a couple of guys I knew at an after school event. I had a crush on one of the guys him not knowing he wanted to talk to me alone and I was nervous. He asked me to come with him and I did foolishly not knowing what was about to happen I can say o was very naive and gullible. Needless to say I lost my virginity and from that day forward things went further downhill. I was feeling myself I had finally lost my virginity (yes it was safe sex) but something in me made me feel as if I was grown boy was I wrong. The ending of freshman year ended with me not knowing who I was anymore hoping that the next year would change and I would get back to me.
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The hardest love
Short StoryStarting all over can always be scary and nerve racking. A bunch of restarts on life, new beginnings, betrayal, and fake love can turn a person cold hearted. At the end of the day you find a way to pull through and rise above. The story of my life.