text: [Themes: edutainment]
  
  Oh you're so complex and nobody understands you. Or more likely nobody even cares.
  
  In any case you become withdrawn and start dressing in black constantly. You stay in your room a lot with the shades drawn and the lights low and don't move much unless you feel the futile urge to continue to eat or go to the bathroom.
  
  In school you're somewhat more active (Well you DO have to walk to class) about as popular as you were before, but now you have the added bonus of being known as that "gloomy chick". Folks sometimes whisper things about you, most of them quite amusing to people other than yourself.
  
  All of this continues to make you feel like an outcast and only makes you feel more depressed since nobody "gets you". You hate them! And your parents aren't any help at all. They're totally involved with themselves. You hate them! You hate them all!
  
  This sort of thinking of course causes you to seek an escape for your depression, an outlet, comfort, something to make you feel better, which is probably the most motivated you've been in a while.
  
  > seek attention from others
  Seeking attention isn't quite as easy as it may seem, if it was you wouldn't be in the situation you are in now. Of course you can't do this at school anymore in the "normal way" because you're regarded as a big loser there which means your only hope of getting any attention there is to just start sleeping with a bunch of guys. You know of other skanky girls that do it and they seem to be alright...kinda. And it's better than being a social misfit.
  
  Of course if you're intent on keeping your purity, you could do what all the other losers do and hang out on the internet and seek attention there. The fact that you're a girl will really work in your favor, regardless of what you actually look like!
  
  Then again maybe this all this attention seeking/depression/and overall fucked upness stems from the fact that you don't get enough attention from your parents since they barely pay any mind to you. Maybe you shouldn't do the typical teenage cry for help just to get their attention and instead directly confront them.
  
  > When in doubt, put out!
  So you've decided to go down the route of so many others before you. You've also decided to go down on everyone period.
  
  Your first time is a bit awkward since you're unsure of how to go about being a slut, so you just go up to some non-descript guy and say "Hey you wanna fuck?"
  
  At first he's really surprised, but then he realizes he's not dreaming so you and he go off into one of the empty classrooms and he's finished within like two minutes. You're more than a little disappointed.
  
  "Um, so are you like my girlfriend now or something?" the guy asks, to which you just pull up your panties, fix your dress and leave.
  
  You go through a similar thing with three more guys that day, and they all vary in ability, but you at least get some pleasure out this. Hell, you don't know why you didn't do this in the first place.
  
  The next day everyone's heard about your escapades and while all the guys are certainly hanging after you now, you're very surprised when some girls pull you aside in the bathroom. It's the other school skanks. Ashley, their leader addresses you.
  
  "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't just be giving it up like that and encroaching on OUR territory! Prepare for a serious beat down bitch!"
  
  Not wishing to fight, you attempt to talk your way out of it. You notice a lot of them wear some very colorful jewelry so you comment on that.
  
  "Hey, uh those are some very pretty earrings you got."
  "What these purple polka dot ones? Got them after I blew six guys within five minutes! And this green striped bracelet? Got that for taking two dicks in the ass at the same fucking time! This jewelry ain't just for fuckin' show, it's to represent! You betta recognize!"
  "Wow, I wish I had some."
  "Ohh? So you want to join us? Maybe something can be worked out then. But I question whether you can REALLY hack it. I mean if you join us, you gotta be willingly to do shit, that you might not have ever thought about doing before, and fucking some little dicks in an empty classroom ain't gonna cut it. You gotta be ready to do some really freaky shit."
  "Well, I'm ready!" you say confidently.
  "Okay, we'll see. Meet me at my house and we'll have an initiation, and I'd save your energy for tonight. You'll need it."
  
  You take Ashley's advice and keep your legs closed today much to the chagrin of all the guys who were hoping for a quick fuck. When you get over to Ashley's house you're met by her, her posse and a bunch of guys. They all look much older than high school boys, probably college.
  
  "So is this one Ashley? The one that wants to be a wild party girl?" one of the guys
  "Yeah, that's her."
  "Yeah, I think we can show her a good time..." another one says as he grabs your ass.
  "Uh, you guys aren't going to hurt me are you?" you say getting nervous.
  "Is this chick for real? Ha ha ha ha!"
  "Hey! You wanna be down or what bitch?" Ashley says getting in your face.
  "Okay, okay, but I just don't wanna get raped."
  "For fuck's sake, Ashley, I don't need a rape accusation from yet ANOTHER under age girl who changes her goddamn mind at the last minute! You realize how pissed off my Dad was at me after he spent all the money on high priced lawyers? Fuck this, I'm leaving. I can fuck some half drunk college girl for a lot less trouble." One of them says and walks off.
  "Well, I'm still game!" the one still rubbing your ass says.
  
  After some debate and whining, you finally agree to take the four remaining guys, but only if some of the girls are there with you. One of the girls agrees since she needs to do a few extra things to pick up her spiraled turquoise necklace accomplishment. The six of you go into Ashley's pool house and begin to get down to business. As it turns out, the guys aren't all that rough like you thought they might be, in fact they're downright boring. Its YOU who has to insist on different positions. Eventually after you've been fucked in all three holes and have cum all over your face, you also dyke it out the other girl, which gives the guys an extra bonus show and you an extra piece of jewelry!
  
  At last you're part of something, and "popular". You feel so fulfilled, but of course this is only temporary. You always feel empty. Even when you got your plaid toe ring for engaging in...well it's too long to list here, but even after you did that you still felt empty. So naturally you continue to seek attention by fucking countless strangers and not so strangers.
  
  Then comes the day when you don't feel so empty, you realize after all this hedonistic immoral behavior that you've come down with a couple of venereal diseases and you're pregnant on top of all of it. You're more upset about being pregnant though since it'll really put a cramp in your fucking time. You're almost about to bite the bullet and go to your parent's about it who never notice anything unless you address it, but Ashley tells you that she can take care of it.
  
  "Shit, we take care of our own. We can do an abortion easy, we've done it before; my dad's a doctor so he's got all kinds of medical books around. I can get you some penicillin for that gonorrhea on your lip too."
  
  You somewhat breathe a sigh of relief even if you are a little nervous. She tells you to meet her after school and she'll take care of it.
  
  After school, you head over to Ashley's where she shouts and tells you to come into the pool house. When you enter, you're suddenly punched very hard in the stomach where you fall to the floor. The other girls proceed to kick the shit out of your stomach until its pretty much a given that they've destroyed whatever life was forming in there as you miscarry all over the floor as well as coughing up blood.
  
  "Oh shit! We should've done the coat hanger thing instead!' Ashley shouts.
  "Oh Daddy why couldn't you have just loved me?" you whimper before you die of blood loss and internal bleeding.
  
  The moral of the story?
  
  Don't be a goddamn fuck slut, nobody respects them and they always wind up in a bad situation. You traded away your dignity just for a few minutes of pleasure and attention and look what it got you, dead. And a dead whore isn't mourned, since there's always another right around the corner. (Or on the corner)
  
  Besides don't you know that whores are often the number one target of serial killers? So even if the diseases, drug abuse and back alley abortions didn't get you, Mr. Snuff certainly would have.
  
  And now you know!