My freshman year
My Story It all began my freshman year of high school. I was 14 and still a virgin to everything. That’s right, never kissed, or anything further. I’m sure you know what all that is. My name is Dan; I was average height and sort of an athletic build. Not one to be on the football team, but basketball always served me well. It was the first day of high school and I had 8 classes, all with people I knew, but no real friends. I wasn’t the smartest but I was smart enough to be in 3 honors classes, and 1 regular. The school I came from is full of kids who think they’re from the hood. The school was about 75% black kids, 15% Mexican, 5% Chinese, 3% White, and 2% other. I …