Going from Catholic School to public school my freshman year in high school was not an easy task. Nobody knew me and I didn't know anybody.

At this point I had only ever kissed 1 boy, he was a French foreign exchange student named Loic. Let me tell you, just because they are French does NOT in any way make them a good kisser! But what did I know then?

I went from wearing a uniform everyday to wearing whatever I wanted. Honestly, the uniform thing is so much easier! Being a lost and confused 15 year old trying to figure out who I was and dress that part was awful. I had no idea who I wanted to be.

All the boys were very interested in the quiet new girl. One freshman on the football team took a liking to me. We started 'going out.' Then one night he in...

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