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I met him, in 8th grade. I was 13, and he was 13. We were both about to turn 14.
He was short, but about 4 inches taller than me. His skin, was the color of melted caramel. And his eyes were dark brown. His hair was cut short.
The first day that he came to school, he looked at me! Me! He said his name was Rayshawn, and I fell in love, we both fell in love, and we were together, until the Fall of my 10th grade year, when jealous girls' started rumors. 'I wasn't a virgin, I was a Bustdown, I sucked dick. I was 3 months pregnant, but didn't know who the baby daddy was.'
I wasn't a virgin? But I was! I really was! I stayed a virgin, until the night that I was married.
Innocence, not too many girls at my age at the time were innocent. Innocence. What does it mean? Nobody knows anything, they think they know, but they really have no clue.
I remember the day after I met willow, I had gone to get my hair done with my stepmother Chella.
"So what's up with you and Willow?" she asked as nonchalant as she possibly could even though I knew she just wanted a new subject to discuss with her girlfriends.
My stepmother was beautiful. She was dark skinned and tall. If we were in Africa she would have been prized and would surely have been sold to a fine husband for much more than just 16 goats and a prayer rug.
I blushed, when she asked me this, as I quickly exclaimed in an exasperated voice, "Nothing, why?'
I knew why but I just wanted to act like I really didn't know why. I don't know why. I guess I just really wanted to know why she wanted to know so bad, that's all….