It hurts when people look you right in the eye and say what they think about you.
"You're a slut. A whore. How many guys did you sleep with this week?"
Oh me? I slept with zero.
Instead of listening to you talk, I close my locker and walk away with swaying hips.
I'm surprised that you think I can't hear your muttering insults.
"What a bitch."
Bitch? I thought I was a slut.
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Short StoryIt hurts when people look you right in the eye and say what they think about you. "You're a slut. A whore. How many guys did you sleep with this week?" It hurts even more when it's your family that says what they think. "Do you study at all? Stop p...
