1995

Summer was over, and your final year in high school had just begun. Your parents had your whole life planned out; they always gushed about it to almost everyone who would listen. It wasn’t hard; nearly the whole town loved your family. Then he came along; he had just graduated from college and was immediately hired as the school’s assistant superintendent. It wasn’t hard to fall for him. When you first met, it was at a small welcoming party at a neighbor’s house; he had thought you were also one of the moms. You remember laughing because you didn’t know whether to be flattered or offended. From then you both created an unusual relationship.

You both had been balancing on a very tangible line. It all started when you ended up in his home after he found you crying. He comforted you and told you that boys would be boys, which caused you to laugh because that was such a cliche but true. After that, it had become a routine to go to him. You’d told your mother you were staying over at a friend’s, and last night, you climbed into his arms like it was the most natural thing.

Morning always ruined your bubble, especially when he’d have to get up early. Climbing out of bed and deciding to be bold and grab one of his dress shirts, you loved his royal blue one. Slipping it on and buttoning it on, you admired your reflection briefly, how small you looked, resting on your mid-thigh. Walking down the set of stairs, you found him setting two plates on the table. He noticed your arrival and smiled at you.

”Good morning, pretty girl; I was just about to wake you.” wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheeks and nose before pecking your lips.