My first relationship was a tsunami of bad decisions that left me waterlogged. It was Junior year in high school. My grades were high but I was even higher. The only missing piece was a piece, and the new student with the green hair completed the jigsaw. He was the type to go to school just to find someone to skip with, and I was too gullible and horny to resist. My grades fell below average that semester, but my drug tolerance was better than ever. Needless to say, green hair was a terrible influence. It ended after a month.