"Metaphorically I'm a whore."
-Twenty One Pilots
She smiles at him, seductively. He is very tall and very handsome.
You hate her. She is so mean, and so pretty.
But everyone is sure she gets around. The rumors say that she even slept with Mr. Thorne, the history teacher.
Nobody really knows, but everyone is sure it's got be true. She's a slut.
Sluts will sleep with anyone.
You watch her as she begins to talk to the tall, dark headed boy.
You are angry because you really like him.
He's your best friend and you hate seeing her run her nails up his arm.
That should be you. But no, he really likes her because everyone knows she'll put out.
You hate her because she is so pretty, and so mean, and has the boy you love in the palm of her hand.
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So, this is the first chapter of The Slut. I've actually finished the story as a whole.
So that means updates probably everyday because why not?
Love, Charlotte
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Short StoryAbout a girl Whose heart got broken One-too-many times By boys who never saw her worth #thepeopleofsociety #youngadult #stopslutshaming [#30 in short story 6/5/16] © Charlotte Noir This was written when I was sixteen. Read at your own risk.
