I Kissed The Boy I Feared The Most
I thought Clifton wanted to kill me.
When the elementary school bus dropped us off the first day, I jumped off and skipped my way towards my trailer. Thoughts of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and afternoon cartoons went through my mind as I shook off the stress of my second-grade classroom. My school was one of the best in San Jose, but sometimes it was hard to keep up with all the rules.