Notes of a teenage slut and dork.

Chapter 1: The Fall from Grace

I was finished putting on my lip gloss, and then admired myself in the mirror. I was wearing a short, tight black skirt with some strapped black heels. I also had on a long sleeve white blouse. I took a snapchat of myself with my hand pulling on my skirt, exposing more of my tan skin. I sent them to most of the boys in my school. They would be drooling by the time I got to school. I inspected my dirty blonde hair in the mirror, perfect as usual. I put on some pearl studs, and gave myself another check in the mirror. I waited on my bed, for the usual honk of the horn. Boys from my high school loved to give me rides to school. It only took my hand rubbing on their legs during the ride, and a kiss on the cheek when we got to school, to keep them satisfied. I checked the time, 7:05 a. m.

"Where are these boys" I thought. I checked the window, no cars. I texted a few boys, asking where they were. I saw they were typing and then they responded:

Stop texting me, you bitch.

Get your own ride, you filthy slut.

Fuck off!!!!

Why were they talking to me like that?

Do you know who this is? I responded.

What the fuck did I just tell you. Stop fucking texting me!

You're that slut Natalie Green, right?

Fuck off Natalie!

What the heck was going on! My phone began ringing with notifications. People were blocking me from instagram, snapchat, twitter, everything! I texted my mom that I was taking my car to school. I grabbed the keys, and headed to the car.

It took me a second to remember how to drive. I turned the ignition and started driving toward school. As I drove toward the school, I thought of all of the strange things that were happening. Was this a dream?

When I arrived at school, I parked and went inside. Everyone was pointing and whispering as I walked toward my locker. Some asshole had written slut all over it. When I opened it, a bunch of hate notes came out. I looked around, to see everyone laughing. At me. Me! I checked to see if this was the right locker. Number 6458. This was mine. It hit me suddenly like a bullet. I was now a loser. I filled with anger and hate. I didn't know why I had become a loser, but I would find out who did this to me. And who ever had would pay.