Teen Ink

Brian

I honestly can’t give you the whole story. I’m still not totally sure about how my part in all this is important. What happened to her was awful, but I’m not sure if I can help you. When I think back on it now, it’s all blurry and the details go a little fuzzy. But I’ll try to do my best to remember for you guys what exactly happened.

It was my senior year. I was hanging around some pretty hard-core guys, you know, like Dan Henderson and Nick Bergen’s crowd. We did a lot of stuff I didn’t like, but hey, that’s high school peer pressure for you.

What type of stuff did we do? Hey, just cause we aren’t friends now doesn’t mean I’ll rat on them if you ask me to. I don’t wanna get any of them in trouble now, but I mean we just went around town causing trouble. Remember that smashing incident with Mrs. Ingle’s mailbox..? Well that was one of my so-called friends. We did other immature stuff that year, but nothing else worth mentioning.

When did I first see her? Oh, that was a while back. I was in english 4th period with Mrs. Branson, a class of almost all sophomores and then me. First day of school I walked into the class and there she was, surrounded by a group of her friends, talking animatedly. One thing I definitely remember was that she had a certain charm, a charisma, like you couldn’t help but be drawn towards her. One of her friends saw me, said a mean comment, and everyone laughed. Everyone but her though, I noticed, as I grabbed a seat in the back of the class, face flushed. I drifted off to sleep as the teacher began talking, so I’ll never know what I missed that first day in english class.