When I was 10 I remember going over to my friends house. He lived two houses from me. His brother [Jason], who just moved here from El Salvador took a strong liking to me. I have no idea why though. I was not the cutest person in the world,nor was I the skinniest, but he sure did take a liking to me. If it hadn't been for my journal and my dad snooping in my room I might have gotten myself into a huge mess.
You see Jason was in 11th grade when I was in 8th. All he wanted to do was kiss me, litterally this pervert would make this puckered "kissy" face at me. We would all hang out: my two friends, Jason, and I. Jason would really freak me out when we were all hanging out because he would always want to sit next to me, or have me lay next to him. [Please, you must note, I was 10 and I had no idea about sexual assault or harassment. I only though "wow, he must like me."]
I never knew what to do, all I knew was that my family couldn't find out. Well, my dad did find out and he flipped his lid. Which I am kind of glad he did find out.
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