first mistakes...

Walking by that Viking, I thought wow this is awesome. I am a freshman in highschool. Soon as I got in the halls though, I was like damn.... SOOO many people. I've always been small and sometimes shy. Some of the friends I had in middle school went to highschool with me, but some went to different schools. But I still had T.F., T.B., B.C., & C.C. (you ladies know who you are)
The boy I had met at the end of 8th grade was at this highschool though. Wasn't long before we were hanging out a lot. He introduced me to all his friends as his girlfriend. Things were great. I had my friends and his to hang out in the halls with. Had my first "love". I was 14.
I'd tell my mom I was going to a girlfriends house, and really go to his. We'd do things teenagers do.... But I wasn't ready for sex. He get mad. Started pushing me around. Throwing me up against walls. I left. Called my mom to come get me.
By now, I'd started smoking cigarettes, drinking, and occasionally smoking weed. (the boyfriend I had smoked weed all the time)
Then after Christmas break, he started acting different. Kinda controlling, I guess you could say. The friends I had made when I moved to Florida from Kentucky, he didn't like. So I stopped hanging out with them as much, eventually didn't hang out with them at all. His friends were the only ones he let me hang out with, and they were what everyone called the skaters or the outcast crowd. He always had to know what I was doing when I was doing it and with who. I was 15 now.
Then I met Hot Tamale (not gonna use real names only nicknames), we quickly became great friends. She warned me early on to quit seeing RjL. She saw something I didn't obviously. I broke up with him a few times, but I'd always take him back when he'd come begging to have me back in his life.
I started skipping late afternoon classes. RjL lived right next to the school, we'd all go over his house while his mom wasn't there. We'd all get stoned and do stupid shit. But if one of his guy friends looked at me wrong, he'd drag me to another room, screaming at me- Like I had done something wrong. He'd push me around.
Then he moved out of that house into another and one day I was supposed to go to school, I skipped. One of his buddies picked me up and dropped me off at his new place. When I got there, I felt scared but excited. This was gonna be my first time.
RjL wasn't a gentle type person, to say the least. I screamed and cried the entire time. Screaming stop it hurts. But he didn't.
I missed school for a few days after that. I hurt so bad.
When I did come back to school, of course he'd told all his buddies..... I was so embarrased. Told them I screamed so loud cause he was so good.
I broke up with him a few days later...
Summer break....