THIS IS NONFICTION AND WAS IN HIGHSCHOOL.
Way back in high school I was one of the few black guys on campus, known for playing the guitar and fucking off. She was 5 feet tall, a tiny blonde nerdy type and known primarily for her brains. We will call her sarah She was definitely attractive, long blonde hair, big breasts for her size and small subtle curves, but coming from a large, low-income family, they didn’t have money to waste on anything but mostly practical hand sewn clothing. Most of the guys were afraid of her because she was smarter than they were and she seemed to have a pretty no-nonsense attitude. I seemed to always have the most girls in school but it was probably only because I played pretty songs on the guitar and they loved that. I suppose I was a good listener too. I loved running around and being wild.
Sarah was different. She had several brothers that I hung out and smoked with. So, I had the opportunity to hang out at their house once in a while. The guys at school only had only ever seen sarah in her conservative school clothes and the only pair of glasses her family could afford. She usually wore her hair in a ponytail or braids. The guys only noticed her when she was receiving some academic award. I began to look at her differently one day.