Well there I was... standing there. just looking at the entrance to my new school. There was one word going through my head. obviously that word was very rude. I guess its my own fault I'm here. me and my slutty reputation. I guess its time for me to confess;
My name is Tori Chase, "Newquays resident slapper", according to the many comments I get when I walk down the halls at school. its not really fair. the most classic of chavs will sate that you know their face and not their story. that's true for me but I, however am very far from your average council estate sluts. I am upper middle class. I have been gifted with average intelligence and two parents that live under the same roof. I'm hearing you ask what's so wrong with my life? well let me tell you sunshine... I fell in love and with an absolute bastard of a boy. His name was Mathew Jenkins. My first love.
Cliché, he told me he loved me. He lied. I'm suffering. boohoo, 'Tori that's heart breaking, build a bridge and get over it' even my brain agrees. its just my heart. well one night of passion lead to rumors. Rumors lead to my downward spiral. I mean really downward. I'm talking about being ignored by friends, asked for blowjobs from some of the scummiest people on the planate. being marked as a slut. Mean girls shoving me and making me feel low. I could take this. the thing I couldn't take was the boy I love rejecting me; he asked for it in the first place. I cant help it if he trusted someone who told.
after the day in the rain I was left with a chill. my bonfire heart was drenched. The same goes for my will to live. That is the moment when I can pin point the being of my many hardships.
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