When I (21 F) was a junior in high school, I began attending a military boarding school several states away from my home. I was a devious teenager so my parents weren’t sad to see me go, but going to boarding school was mostly my decision. I have always welcomed change. I have always been a small girl. Back then-just like now-I was short, skinny and tan, with small breasts and a large butt. I dyed my hair blue-black and drew skulls and upside-down crosses on myself with sharpies during class. Me and my friends snuck in alcohol and cigarettes at the risk of suspension (or expulsion after first offense).
There was a guy named Cam Hanover at my school. He was nice. We had talked a few times before, and he was one of the teachers’ sons. His hair was cut short like the other boys at the military school. It was dirty-blonde in color, and his skin was pale. I knew he was smart, and not straight-edge. He was a runner, and you could tell by looking at his calves. He wasn’t a boarding student, as he lived with his mother (who had been my teacher the previous year), Ms. Hanover in town.