November 1
The holidays will be coming around soon and I couldn't be happier! Wish I could say the same about school. The druggie crowd has really started hassling me. Today in English a boy I didn't know passed me a note. The note asked if I was holding and if I said no I was a fucking lying whore. I wanted to burst into tears right there in the middle of class in front of everybody, but instead I asked to be excused to go to the bathroom. God help me, I couldn't even get peace there! Lace was there with her friends, and as soon as they saw me they started on me right away. They wanted to know if I was holding and that my "goody two shoes routine was an act" and "I better knock it off quick or else."
Then on the way home a couple of guys and a girl I didn't know grabbed me and hauled me behind a bush. The one grabbing my arm wanted to know if I'd fuck him and his friend, right there behind the bushes in public! "Come on! we know you love it easy lay!" they said, laughing. I was crying now and fighting to get out of the boy's grasp. "Just leave me alone!' I screamed, finally twisting free and shoving passed them. From a distance, I heard the girl yell at me :Better watch your back, you fucking snitch!"
Sometimes I think it would be better if I just died. The only thing keeping me going right now is sweet Daniel.
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Slipped Away
Fiction généraleThis is the diary of a teenage girl's descent into the world of drugs. Mature content. Not for the squeamish. I do not own anything except my characters and this story. I wrote it from an idea I had, and I just rolled with it to see where it would g...
