I was out watching a film with 2 boys, and my friend one weekend night in November. It wasn't a bad double date, it was the worst. My date's name was Connor, and he attended my school. Connor kept touching my thigh and he even tried to slide his hands up my skirt.
At that point, I was furious and stood up angrily accidentally knocking over the soda, which spilled all over him. I was asked to leave the film early due to being disruptive but I didn't care, I was more than happy to leave. I left and felt slightly better but the feeling of being violated lingered and I never wanted to experience that again.
When Monday rolled around and I was walking the halls, I arrived to my locker and in big bold black letters stained with hatred read the word, whore.
I felt so humiliated, and I remember my tears starting to well up. Everyone who walked pass me would either giggle or give a dirty look, and I felt frozen.
I wanted to run and hide, but my feet stayed in place and I just stood with my head hung low in defeat.
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Forgetting Mr.
Ficción General"I'm his Salvation" I thought to myself smiling. I know now that I was nothing but his Damnation in disguise. A story and painful outcome of an illicit relationship between a student and teacher and attempts of trying to forget the past and achieve...
