"Bonnie, There's Been A Terrible Accident, Kameron Has Been Hurt!"
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Back When I Was Five I Was Innocent. I Was Just A Little White Girl Playing With Her Toys In The Front Yard.
Those Were The Days When My Boy Bestfriend Kameron Used To Come Over And Play With Me.
Kameron Was Seven, Only Two Years Older Than Me But I Didn't Mind, And Neither Did My Parents.
Every Saturday Was Our Park Day. My Parents Would Take Us To The City Park And We Would Stay There All Evening.
Every Sunday Kameron Got To Sleep Over My House And We Would Go To School Together The Next Morning.
As We Got Older, Our Routine Changed. It Went From Us Going To The Park To Us Going To The Mall.
He Still Slept Over On Sundays, Except Him Sleeping In The Guest Room Now Since My Parents Were Strict.
My Parents Loved Kameron, And He Loved Them, But Kamerons Parents Always Hated Me Because I Was White.
They Would Tolerate Me Because Of Kameron But Deep Down Inside I Knew They Despised Of Me.
On My 18th Birthday, Kameron's Parents Were Out Of Town So We Celebrated To Ourselves Over There.
I Ended Up Losing My Virginity To Kameron That Night And He Ended Up Losing His.
My Best Moments Were Spent With Kameron, But Then One Day, My Life Turned Around.
One Evening, I Was In My Room Waiting For Kameron To Arrive So We Could Hang At The Mall When My Mom Burst In.
"Bonnie, There's Been A Terrible Accident, Kameron Has Been Hurt!"
I Rushed To The Hospital With A Million Things Going Through My Mind.
Apparently Kameron Hadn't Been Admitted Into A Hospital So I Rushed To His Parents House.
They Put Aside Their Differences Of Hating Me And Told Me What Had Happened To Kameron.
My Dear Beloved Bestfriend Kameron Was In A Car Accident And Died Instantly From The Impact.
A Funeral Was Held Weeks Later But I Wasn't Allowed To Go. Instead, I Wrote Him A Letter And Sent It To The Sky By Balloons.
Maybe A Month Later I Started Having Family Problems. My Father Was Having An Affair With One Of His Co-workers And Ended Up Leaving My Mother.
We Had Bills To Pay, We Needed Groceries, And My Mother's Job Wasn't Cutting It So I Turned To Something I Knew Would Help Us.
Stripping.
