"I am not saying she is a slut. I am just saying she rarely sleeps in her own bed."
She could hear whispers,
She knew what everyone was talking about,
Slut. Whore. Bitch. Cunt.
The names never stopped.
She knew she deserved this,
she made a choice now she has to pay.
She kept her head high,
acting like it dint bother her,
but it was slowly killing her inside.
She locked her eyes with him,
he was smirking,
the guys were laughing,
she felt disgusting.
She wanted to escape all of this,
she was walking through the crowded halls,
guys calling her over to their places,
smirking she winked at them.
After all she was a mean girl,
the school slut,
bitch,
whore.
If that is what they really think of her,
that is what she is going to be.
She felt alone,
she had no friends,
a family who dint bother,
she had nothing to lose,
she had already lost the one who mattered.
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MEAN GIRLS |✔
Historia CortaThey called her the mean girl. She was who the girls envied, who the guys lusted for. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains self-harm, suicide, slut-shaming.
