The idea of high school scared me. The stereotypes and the clichés all had me anxious and excited all at once. Switching classes, having lockers...and of course, homeroom. that's where I met him. The guy that I have my open personality and firm sense of self to thank, and yes I know I am getting a tad ahead of myself.
I was not supposed to date. I knew that. My mother had a strict view of dating...or lack thereof. I was not to date until the age of ___...until I had a set career and could support myself...that's the set time of when I could start my love life...but of course, I had no intention of ever disobeying that rule...I was fine on my own.
Up until the 8th grade, my lack of love life had been relatively innocent and pointless. I had had several crushes...and some of them were mutual...but nothing led to anywhere because I was kind of...really young...and stupid...
So then one day, this guy named Devon Furnell asks me out and I'm like "Sure,yeah, okay" and then we're together for a very long while and I get caught having a boyfriend. Off to the Christian school I was shipped.
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