the diary of a teenage whore

boys in cars

March 23, 2012 (Age 14)

Dear diary, 

A guy came up to me today in school. 

He was gorgeous. 

Brown hair grew from his head and spiked up, 

thick black lashes framed his green orbs. 

A sharp nose stood above his thin pink lips, 

standing there as a reminder of what he was capable of. 

He asked if I wanted to go out after class. 

I didn't waste time before smiling and nodding. 

He brought me to his car, 

we drove for miles. 

Ending near Fremont; 

he pulled into a deserted parking lot before glancing at me. 

H e    k i s s e d    m e. 

He had grinned into the kiss, pulling me into the backseat. 

We did things back there, 

things that Father said were considered love. 

He gave me love. 

I want more. 

It hurt, Elle.