[Some more story things. Completely fictional.]
The first time I heard the word 'slut' I was ten. It was fifth grade and I was on the playground. We were all playing tag. A boy tackled me and we rolled around. I ended up under him. Another boy ran by and uttered the words, "Get off the slut."
I didn't know what it meant, so I went home and asked my mom. She told me it was a bad word and sent me to my room.
The next time I heard that word I was thirteen. It was seventh grade and by then I knew what it meant. I had been dating a guy for almost a year when we broke up. He started spreading rumors, saying I had hooked up with him.
A few people called me a slut, but it died down and it wasn't too bad.
The next time 'slut' was directed at me I was seventeen. I had just gone to a party and been raped. They took a photo and spread it around school. I heard slut a lot after that and it never died down.
[Wait does that mean she got called that when she was like 80? Or did I mean she killed herself? I prefer to think of it as the former. "Sherie, you fucking slut. You cheated in bingo."]
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Paisley Marin's Diary
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