Haven was the ‘new girl’ in our small sleepy town.
Her family was poor and lived two houses down in a trailer near our church.
If we were the good church going kids, she was the antithesis of that.
She had a smoking body and knew it. She was nothing but trouble.
In the summer, she would lay on her front porch, scantily clad in a bikini for all of our town to see.
The few times she came to our church she dressed in a way that made the men and a few women blush.
My senior year, I tried to hit on her, but I had never even kissed a girl at this point in my life. Every time she said hi, I would get too choked up to say anything to her.
My family was by no means rich, which meant that we rode the bus every day of our life until we graduated.
As a senior, I sat in the back of the bus. Not because I was cool, but because I wanted to be left alone by everyone.