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I didn't start out to be a bad girl. I didn't wake up one morning, and think today I'm gonna be wicked. It just kinda crept up on me. I was pretty normal, until eighth grade or so. Then I took off. Then things got fun. I don't mean I was bad like I did crimes and shit, I was bad like... like I screwed around and stuff. I learned about sex and that stuff. You get the idea. I got my cherry popped when I was thirteen. That's about par for the course, around here. Most of my friends had already done it, by the time I finally did. I liked the boy that did it, that's why I let him do it, of course. Turns out he didn't like me that much, just a time or two was good enough for him, and then he moved on. I was just a notch in his pistol. That kinda pissed me off a bit, but that's life, I guess. I moved on, too. I'm a little over fifteen now. I've probably fucked six or seven different guys. I even fucked a guy named Elvis once. I get to tell everybody that, hey, I fucked Elvis. My friends know who I mean. It's good for a laugh. My boyfriend now is named Alvin Hyde. He goes to school with me, which is convenient. He usually spends Friday and Saturday night with me, which is also convenient. I live with my dad, and, although I don't think he'd really mind, we kinda hide what we're doing. He crawls in my window after I go to bed, and sneaks out the next morning. I'm sure my dad knows something's going on, I mean, shit, I go to bed so early on those nights, but he don't say anything. I ...

... think he cares about me, but he's decided to let me live my own life. He got me on the pill two years ago, just in case, he said, so we don't have to worry about that shit. Alvin is nice to me, way nicer than any of the other boyfriends I've had. We're pretty close, but he don't smother me or anything. We're almost like friends, friends with privileges or whatever, other that boyfriend and girlfriend. I actually don't think he'd mind me fucking around that much, as long as he still got some. I kinda feel that way about him. We're too young to be totally stuck on one person, I think. My dad. There's a character. He's not bad, for an old fart. Like I said, he pretty much lets me live my own life. I came to live with him when I was eleven or so, when my Mom died. That's probably the best thing that ever happened to me, my Mom was a total loser, a d**ggie. The less said about her the better. My dad has a good job, at least, and we always seem to have enough money, unlike it was when I lived with my mom. My dad is a small guy, well, probably average is the word for him. He's thin and wiry, and in good shape, for an old guy. He's strong, and he works out in the garage religiously. I'm proud of him, in a weird way. He's barely in his forties, and he even looks younger than that. I used to pretend he was my boyfriend when we went out, and shit like that. I know my dad likes me, probably more than he should. It's obvious the way he watches me sometimes. Because of that, I'm mean, at ...