I sat outside of the school on a little wooden bench. Looking up at it, I could not believe I had been there so long, I was eighteen finally. The wind blew through my long brown hair and made my eyes water. I tried to keep my skirt down as I ran into the building. As I walked down the corridor, it hit me how nervous I was. I could picture him that moment. The ashamed look on his face when he gave me the after school deten...