July 29, 2017 will be a day I will never forget. I'm 14 at this time, and living the good life. I've just joined my school's marching band, and on this day I went to my cousin Elisha's wedding. As requested by my cousin, I brought my then boyfriend, Ashton. We had a great time dancing and laughing during the majority of the wedding, but when we wandered away from the party to outside, I started crying. We sat on a bench and I told him how sad I was that he was moving to a different state more than 1000 miles away from me and how much I was going to miss him. He made me feel better by kissing me, and it escalated to making out. When we got back to my aunt's house to spend the night, we slept on the couch and cuddled for a while, before things escalated again, but this time we went even farther than making out.
My Miscarriage Story
By EmiGail11
This is my story of my miscarriage when I was 14 years of age More