My Personal Story
My boyfriend and I first met 2 years ago at my best friend’s homecoming game. My best friend, Hannah, had just moved to a different state than where I lived the year before and I was visiting her for the weekend. The first thing we did before the game was paint up—aka cover yourselves in black and gold paint to help show spirit. Well, the first person I met was introduced to me as “Fox”, and I was kind of scared of him. He had long blonde hair, had a body like a wrestler, and not to mention had lots of facial hair…I seriously thought he was at least 25. Well, to my surprise he was only 17. That day was the last time I would see him for about a year.
