I loved my highschool days back in Kentucky. We did not have cell phones or Ipods. We might have brought our big boom box cd player to school once or twice. We were about 89 kids in the class of 89. The year of Senior year we all tried to be better to one another. It seems just like yesterday. We had all gotten our class rings, we had raised money to go to Floridia. We worked after school many of us on after school programs from mopping floors to sorting books for the libary. People were breaking up who had been together forever and people were hooking up who had never even spoken to each other before.We spent our days on the baseball field watching the boys train for upcoming games. I had my eyes on David. Tall, dark and gangly.I had been in love with him since freshman year, I had even snuck into the principal’s office (My mom was the custodian) to read his file many times after school. I would go and read his file where I found out he had lost his mommy to cancer and look at his grades since kindergarten. I wrote him love poems which he ripped to shreds at my locker.I had gotten the principal to especially get me the locker next to David’s. I tried everything to get him to care. If I wasn’t in love with David I was forever in love with Chris. Chris was my guy since first grade. He was blonde and shorter than me and we were the class clowns. When you put a bunch of teens on a greyhound bus who haven’t been past the state line you can imagine what fun…We were heading out to Florida from Kentucky. The morning we were leaving I had a double ear infection and was loaded down with a white paper bag full of ear drops and antibiotics.David was on the bus, Chris and my then friend Melody. We had portable tape players (walkmans) the music was Guns and Roses, Bon Jovi, Deff Lepord, Martika. I sat near Chris and every now and then we would aggravate at each other and play thumb wars and other immature things. David was in the back with his buddies. The popular kids were with thier gang everyone seemed to be spread out. The thing was we had all seemed to have gotten closer yet on the bus the click thing was going on.I was there, I don’t know what I was doing besides looking at David and playing with Chris I wish I could remember more. I recall our principal telling us to “Behave” everytime we stopped to take a break. I would always get bakc on the bus with a candy bar and a diet coke. We reached Florida and the bright lights from hotels were wild for us. We stood up to peer out at the the town of Orlando. When we got to our hotel we all listened about no guys in our rooms, no girls in the guys rooms.They could come in but have to leave the door open and there was a ten minute limit. TBC