I'm not a slut.
I want everyone to know that. I'm a Grade-A Bitch. I'm a hypocrite. But I'm not a slut.
I got knocked up at a young age, it's true. But that doesn't make me a slut, okay?
I cheated on my boyfriend, had sex with his best friend and faked the paternity of my baby, but I'm NOT a slut.
I'm cruel. My actions fruit consequences that would make me look like the villain in every fairy tale. That's fine with me.
But do NOT call me a slut. I am not.
Being a slut means I'm a sinner. I'm NOT.
So what if I was only 16? Mary was 16 when she gave birth to Jesus. I brought life to the world, okay.
Life is the greatest gift from God.
Please don't call me a slut. Please don't call me a sinner.
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Dear Glee
FanfictionMr. Schue's assignment - write an honest letter to somebody or somebodies. It may be about what you can't say out loud. It may be something you want someone to know about you. It broke down the strongest Glee Clubber.
