Dirty Me's Diary/Fight at school

From Create Your Own Story

Dear Diary,

So pissed! That little skank, Jennifer, so pissed me off today.

So, I was minding my own business when suddenly she came up to me and started talking shit. Again!

Oh, I had enough of this bitch. I balled up my fist and punched her, right in her big, ugly nose.

It hurt...my hand still hurts.

I don't remember much of the fight after that. The other kids around, chanting "fight, fight, fight", watching us, some laughing, at least until the stupid math teacher broke it up.

My side is a little sore, and my head hurts where she pulled my hair, but I beat the shit out of her. One of my friends told me that her eye is all swollen and her lip was bleeding, and I know I got a few good kicks in her ribs while she was on the ground.

Her, she started it. Don't judge me like that...

Anyways, mom will be rather upset when she gets home...

Jennifer ripped my top off. Well, it wasn't completely off, but the buttons are gone. Somewhere in the middle of the field. I ended up having to walk to the PE lockers with my bra exposed to put on my PE shirt. It was sort of embarrassing, the guys whistling, making some jokes about my breasts. I don't know, at the time I was too, whatever the word for it is, from the fight, to really notice much, but now, thinking about it, I realized that I was showing off my bra and breasts to the entire school.

Wait, is that why Justin suddenly asked me out? Oh god...I should just tell him no, he only wants to see what else was hidden by the bra.

Wish I remembered it though. What it felt like to be in front of everyone like that.

Gawd, what is wrong with me lately? Why am I having thoughts like this?

Think I need to find my vibrator and do something about these feelings, before I do something I might regret.

Got to go Diary. Go find where I put that stupid vibrator my mom got me for my birthday (Yeah, not even going to talk about that, talk about embarrassing, opening up a gift like that from your mom...think I am still a bit traumatized...)

  • More entries later
Personal tools