Middle School
289 Words
The first day at my new school, it was a private school, a Christian academy. If it wasn't bad enough, I had to wear a uniform, I had no idea who anyone was or what was cool to wear, I was timid I was no longer that outgoing wild child. Thankfully, everyone turned out really nice, and I made great memories with my classmates. We had a class called Bible class, I had went to church many times with my pawpaw, but I never paid too much attention. However, I had to study and pass tests in that class. So I had known about Jesus but didn't really instill it into my heart, I was numb. However, while attending church one day, this cute boy showed up at the church, and my thoughts were of perversion for someone my age. I experienced a feeling by someone I didn't want to have, but this boy I thought to myself, I'd do with him. I got really boy crazy and had a lot of not so age appropriate thoughts. I never acted on, I'm maybe 11 at this point. I had stopped going to see my dad as much. It wasn't because of him, but only because I didn't want to tell him what the man that he trusted in had done to me. The few times I did go, I tried to stay as far from that old man as I could. I still wonder, did his wife know the whole time. I believe my dad may have felt like something had caused me to not go see him much anymore. As my mom tells me, I was always a fearless child, and I guess I was at one point.
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