High School

When I started high school I was 13 going on 14. I know sounds young, but back then you could start school as long as your birthday was before Nov. 1. and was a certain age .I had some nice clothes given to me by a girl that had just finished high school. I felt so grown up wearing them. Me 13, could wear an 18 years old's clothes. and fit perfect. I had a very good figure. I found a boyfriend and he nick named me the upside down coke bottle.How I hated that name ! I ask him why and he looked at me and said just think about how a coke bottle looked turned up side down all curves in the right places. I did have a tiny waist and was very happy with the way I looked. I loved to dance. I was told my by parents that even before I could walk I would pull myself up in the crib and hang on and 'dance to the music ' on the radio. I was always watching American Bandstand on Sat. I would have a broom or mop in hand (I was the oldest and had to clean the house )and dacing to the music. I would get into more trouble because I would rather dance than eat or clean, and forget my house chores to dance to the latest dance of the week, and there were many in those years.

Well my luck was holding. My parents didn't like my boyfriend and wouldn't let me go out with him. I found ways around that just had his friend pick me up and a block away change 'dates'. I had fun then. We did silly things kids do never getting into trouble, but having fun. All good things come to an end My parents were fighting more and more. One night some man beat my Daddy up and broke his jaw. After that, things settleded down for awhile. Then they decided it was time to move. We did. To Texas. I hated it. I didn't want to go. We were always moving never more than four years at one place at a time if we stayed that long. I was a shy girl and I found it hard to make friends as easily as some did. Oh and always being the 'new girl' in school never helped. The first day at my new high school all I remember was I wasn't going to eat at school. So I followed the crowd to the local hang out for lunch. I saw this neat 57 chevy and was thinkiing boy would I like to be able to get to know the guy that drove this. Be careful of what you wish for, it may come true(it turned into a nightmare for me).

I stood in line with everyone else and was listening to the juke box play. I liked one song that was playing called Come Back When You Grow Up. Any way after a few days a nice guy started to take an interest in me and since he was the only one to do so I was friendly back(he was a senior and I was in the 10th). He came home to meet my parents. Of course they loved him. He wanted to take me to church on Sunday and Wed. and my parents approved. So we started dating. He was also a football player and had lots of friends. Just so happens he was the owner of the 57 chevy.Then he gave me his class ring to wear. I didn't like him as much as the boyfriend I had left behind and was wanting to move on. I went and ask my Mom if I could drop him and date someone else.the answer was no it was him or nothing. I didn't want to be stuck at home again so I stayed with him.

One late spring morning(it was a beautiful morning) he picked me up for school and dropped off his sister at school and then he sped away from the school there was time to just cruse around some before school. I wasn't concerned. He drove to an isolated part of the town and stared to 'make out'when I reminded him of the time he just kept on with his attack on me. I was getting pissed and started to fight back and kept telling him it was time to go he tore my dress in front . I remember looking at the tear(my grandmother had made it for me ) and wondering what I was going to tell my Mom how this had happened and if I could repair it before she saw it and if I could fix it. I wasn't afraid of him just then, just mad. I didn't want to be late for school, so as I was lost in thought and pinned under him in the front seat. He reached above my head and opened the glove box and pulled out a knife and held it to my throat. I won't go into details but I was raped that day, at knife point before school, my clothes were torn, I had a mark on my neck from the knife. I didn't cry. I still haven't cried from that rape. He took something from me that day and left a scare that will never go away. Afterwards we were both scared. He acted so strange. He threw the knife away in the bay where we were parked. I was afraid to go to school, afraid to go home and face my parents I suppose I was in shock. I think he was ashamed of himself afterwards. He told me he would do anything I ask. Well I wanted to go back to my old high school where I had felt safe and wanted so he took me . Across three states. I didnt know it but there was an all states out on us.We were stoped several times and never once was picked up. It was a long week and we returned back to home. He was never arrested, he was never charged, just slaped on the 'wrist' made up the time lost in school, graduated, got married, and went off to war. Oh his daddy bought him a new camero too.He confessed to me the week we were on the road that his buddys had made a bet as to who would get me first and he wanted to 'win' the bet (peer pressure?) I know my Dad wanted to press charges against him Mom didn't. I dropped out of school that year, stayed home (it was the last 6 weeks of school) I had real long hair so I cut it bleached it blonde and started a new page in my life that year of '67. I have even delivered him a news paper here where I live (the bill wasn't payed, so I stoped it )

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