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high school freshman Graduating from eighth grade was a very dramatic time for me as I imagine it was for most people. I went from a small four room parochial grade school with a student population of one hundred to a multiple story high school with two thousand four hundred students. To say that I experienced culture shock would be an understatement. What made it even harder was that I knew absolutely no one at the high school, because all of my friends most of whom I had known since first grade went to a different school. Suddenly I was finding my place in the world by myself. Each morning I would start the day by taking a thirty minute ride across town on the city bus. The ride itself made the whole experience more melodramatic. The safety of my neighborhood was left behind so that I could get a better education and I certainly got one. Most of the people on the bus were students like me, but there was also the occasional freak on board. The route that I took went past a veterans hospital and some of the people that boarded and exited there were a little much for me. Then even further along the route was the plasma donation center with the morning lineup outside the door. It didn't matter how awful the weather might be, there was always someone standing there waiting to get inside. On this daily journey there were three key stops, where most of the people boarded. Thirty-fifth, twenty-seventh and sixteenth streets were the busiest stops and it was always standing room only by the time that we reached the school. The morning ride was calm compared to the afternoon. Most of the people were still half asleep and didn't have the energy to do much but sit or stand. However, on the return journey in the afternoon there would be the smell of pot drifting up from the back or the sound of pennies ricocheting off the inside of the windows. I was your average gawky freshman complete with braces and very little fashion sense. Then to make matters worse, I inadvertently gained a small amount of notoriety in the very beginning of the school year. I was trying to open my locker, when a flash went off behind me. I turned to look and saw someone running off as they shouted school paper at me. At the time, I wasn't quite sure what had just happened. Then when the next issue of the school paper came out, I knew. My picture was on the front page with some embarrassing caption about a helpless freshman. Soon upper classmen felt obliged to point me out whenever I walked by. Then somewhere during the first semester, my parents told me that they were moving the family out to the country. So for the remainder of the school year, I knew that I wouldn't be returning in the fall and any friends that I might make during the year would be left behind. Suddenly my first year of high school became even more odd for me. Scholastically speaking I did very well my freshman year. Actually I did very little else, but study. Since I was too young to drive and most of the people that I knew from school lived on the other side of town, I didn't really have a social life. High school for me was simply going to class and staring at the girls in my class. At the time sex was still uncharted territory for me with just a few mild encounters. Earlier in the spring I had tackled Lynn outside in the park. We rolled together on the ground until I sat on top of her and pinned her down. Then she looked up at me and said that I probably didn't know what to do next. When she said this to me, I had no idea what to say to her. What she said had taken me by surprise. She apparently did know what could happen next and might have been willing to show me, but I never did find out from her. What I do know is that for being only fourteen years old, she already had that look in her eye. She knew that she was a sexual creature.
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