I didn’t fit in elementary school. My mom had two bastards in Midland in the 80’s, by two different guys. It was unheard of. I talked too much in kindergarden. I always spoke up and stuck up for my friends, even if it wasn’t the popular thing to do. I very quickly became an outcast. So I started to lie, to make friends. I would sneek all of the household treats in my backpack to school with me, so people would play with me at recess. I told people what they wanted to hear, rather than the truth.

My mom kept switching schools for me, every time she met a new guy or found out I was having trouble. When she got married, we moved into the nicest house, on the wrong sode of town, it didn’t exactly bridge the gap. By the end of sixth grade, we found out that the school secretaries were all very close. The managed to inform the secretary at Chestnut Hill that I was a bastard. I was just getting dumped on, no matter where we moved. My lying to make friends probably didn’t help things. My mom pulled me from public school and started home schooling me. It was actually went very well for the next three years, until I became a recluse. My Mom sent me to Windover… Then there were boys. It was a revelation. I quickly got a boyfriend, who quickly dumped me for not putting out. It became a trend: go hang out a couple of times, get deemed frigid and get dumped. I decided to just get it over with. So after much deliberation and a fifth of hotdam, I was deflowered. He was about the size of my pinky, so it wasn’t as painful as I thougt it would be. He got mad that I got my cherry on his cackies. Not two days later, I got a call from his girlfriend (daughter that he didn’t have)s mom. She was very informative. As quickly as it began, it was over. I did however, learn a valuable lesson: guys give attention to girls who party. The year I turned seventeen, I did things that my daughters, hopefully will never do. I hurt people I never meant to hurt and with very little effort, tarnished the name of a mixed up little baptist girl forever. Don’t worry, pregnancy soon cured my drinking habbit. I went from one extreme to the other and found myself back with the first. I’m tellin ya’ people, sobriety and abstanance is the only way to go! I may have three daughters and no man, but I’ve never had more clarity or been more at peace. Everyone has their own path to take. I just want to save as many as possible from following mine.