Part 6, Puppy love
This story might seem to slow down a bit from the rest, but I want to keep chronological order for those of you reading my stories. This story will lead to much bigger things, in later stories. Hope you enjoy and comment. I was about 9 when I had my first boyfriend. His name was Tyler. A white boy from my class, that would always try to get behind me in physical education. I talked to him a little bit, but didn’t have an interest in him. One morning, Tyler and his mom came into class with flowers, chocolates, and a teddy bear. I didn’t realice it was Valentine’s day, and didn’t really care about it. I had seen some of the girls waking around with flowers and cards and those kind of things on …