Hi...I'm scarlet as you may know. I am here to tell you my story of how I ended up here.
It all started Saturday January 25th. I was on my computer as usual, with my phone beside it. I was in my room, my room was a little unusual. I had lots of posters, black walls with white graffiti printing that said,"Do it now remember it later." Because that's what I go by. Because at this point I really didnt care whether I lived or died. But that's another story for another book.
I logged on to Tumblr and I saw that I had a message from sweetcheeks202.
Sweetcheeks202: hi, I was scrolling through your blog and wanted to know if you wanted to exchange nudes, you seem beautiful.
Me: eer what do you look like?
Sweetcheeks202: here *attached picture*
It was him with laid back hair with gel in it. He was wearing a white plain t-shirt, looked like he was from the 90's so I was sketchy. He was cheeky though, I can see why he has that username. He looked familiar though.
Me: send another one so I know your legit
Sweetcheeks202: sure babe *attached picture*
He's legit.
Me: okay yeah sure we can send nudes.
Sweetcheeks202: really no one has ever said yes to me before.
Me: let's just say I took your sending nudes virginity. Lol
Sweetcheeks202: ok ;) you or me first
Me: you go first I wanna see how good you are.
Sweetcheeks202: ok here.
I can admit he has a long length and he's awesome at taking pictures...
Me: your long I see..have you ever measured it..
Sweetcheeks202: yes it is exactly 9 inches
Whoa that's long. We ended up doing this for a while conversing and sending pictures. Then we just played the question game.
sweetcheecks202: What do you want to be in life, answer honestly.
me: Honestly dead.
He didn't reply for hours, which bothered me because it says he read it. Guess it was just another somebody who didn't want to deal with a sorry me.
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*The next day*
"p-p-please stop, why are you chasing me"
DING DING DING rang my alarm clock. That was weird, I haven't had a dream in a while. I shot up out of my bed, squinting my eyes. It was a Monday so that means school.
I quickly hop in the shower so I can put my clothes on.
"If I were you id put that away, see your just wasted and thinking about the past again. Darling you'll be okay" I sang in the shower. I love that song. I quickly get out and put on my outfit, which consisted of high waste shorts and a oversized sweater. I put on my makeup and run downstairs .
"what the hell are you wearing. you whore, are you trying to get raped?" my mother asks me. I ignore her because she's always like this on a good day.
As I make my way to school I put on my 'don't fuck with me' face so people don't talk to me. Its been a while since I've been at school and I recently grew my hair out so people wont recognize me. So maybe when they don't recognize me they wont be mad when I don't recognize them.
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