Americana

Let me tell you something about my past.

And to help you realize I suggest putting on sad music.

Or is that just me.

Well to begin this story we'd have to go a few years back.

When I started as a freshman.

I was a cheerleader of all things.

And on my first day I was so excited.

But soon it wouldn't be so great.

Anyway every year there's a party.

You have to be in high school to attend.

Me and my friends were getting ready at my house, Jenny was out for the night and my dad was gone for a few months on a business trip.

I was so excited. We all were.

Yet if I knew what was going to happen that night.

I would've stayed home.

I would've have been excited, I would have been terrified.

Because if I knew what one senior boy was going to do to me.

I wouldn't have thought about the party at all.

But you can't change history.