Well this year is my senior year of high school. Everything was going really good and everything was falling in place. I made new friends, loved my classes, and was loving life. Until the second semester of school I had a boyfriend. And I thought that I was head-over-heels in love with him. But what I didn’t see was that I was the only one in this relationship, and he doesn’t do anything for me. It’s always me doing everything. I mean on Christmas I got him some gifts, and I didn’t get anything. And I just made excuses why I didn’t get a gift, and my mom tried to tell me, but you know teens … we just don’t listen. We like to think that we know what we are talking about. Well this guy (Anthony) was into drugs—not as bad as before we got together. But he was smoking pot, and well, every one was telling me, “If he stopped smoking he could buy you something, even if it was from the dollar store.” I am a very nice person. I wouldn’t care if it was weeds on the side of the road. It’s the thought that counts. Well this kid didn’t get that, so I had to call it off before I get hurt in the long run. I was the only one making the effort in the relationship anyways. So I had to call it off before stuff got really bad.
Well before me and Anthony broke up, this guy from school was asking me all the time when am I going to break up with my boyfriend and get with him, and I was like, “I don’t know.” At the time I was not interested at all. I liked nothing about him, except that I liked the attention. Well a couple of weeks after me and Anthony broke up, me and Carson was talking, and I started to fall in love with his guy. He said that he is in love with me, so we keep talking, and one day he had asked me to come stay the night with him. And I didn’t see anything wrong with that. I was thinking that we could get to hang out longer and better, and I could see how he acts at home. Well it was fun, and we did everything under the moon.
Well, Saturday night he took me home. Now the whole time I was over there I never went outside, because I didn’t want anyone to know I was there. Well, when he took me home, I guess his neighbor saw me and called his parents and told them. When he got to school around third period he came up to me and was said “I have something to tell you, and I am scared.” I said, “Well, just tell me.”
