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High School Girls

... "Don't EVER call me that again!" Joe growled. "What the fuck!" the boy cried out. "I just asked if you wanted to come over tonight and play! Fuck, you didn't have a problem with it before!" "Yeah, well I have a big fucking problem with it now!" Joe couldn't believe that the boy had called him a 'sexy slut'! He knew, from the diary, that he had a history of... doing things. But that was over now! The problem was, looking at the angry face of the guy on the ground, letting the rest of the world know. "You bitch! You could have just fucking said no! And why not, anyhow! Everyone knows you'll spread for dick anytime, anyplace! You fucking c- -UGHH!" His words were cut off as Joe planted his foot squarely into his groin. The guy sat up and threw up, everyone seeing what he had for breakfast that morning. "YOU CUNT! FUCK YOU!" the guy screamed, reeling, and stumbled away in an awkward crabbed gait. Joe watched him go down the street, then turned and stared flintily at the two other boys at the bus stop. They gulped and looked away. The school bus turned the corner and stopped, and Joe got on, finding a seat where he could be alone. He plopped his bookbag down on the seat next to him. It symbolized everything that was wrong about his life right now. It was a Gucci, and Joe was sure it was very expensive. And his single mother already struggling to make ends meet! He'd sell it as soon as possible. He didn't even want to be on the bus. He rarely took it since he was of legal driving ...

... age. But like the song goes, the hits had kept on coming, and he had been successively shocked, angered and then depressed to find out that his beloved Dodge Challenger was gone. Poof. Like it had evaporated. Both his mom and his b*****r had watched him, their mouths hanging open, as he had thrown a hissy fit to end all hissy fits over losing a car he had never owned to begin with. It was only the sight of his mom's face crumpling that had pulled him back from the edge of total breakdown. He watched the town of Shadow Creek pass, looking much as it ever had looked. How could the world have stayed the same while his life had changed so drastically? He saw his reflection in the mirror, and stared for a while at the hateful face. Blue eyes. Why did he have blue eyes? The face looked like it belonged in a porn mag. It was beautiful, but a rough sexy beautiful, not model beautiful. It was a face that wouldn't look out of place on a Penthouse spread. Why had this happened? He wished he had never found the cursed thing. This was all his fault. Why did he have to find it? What possessed him to stick the thing on his dick? Why, why, why? The guilt twisted and turned inside him. He pulled the golden ring out of his bookbag, and twirled it gently with graceful fingers capped with crimson nails. Flashes of reflected light spun across his face. What *was* this thing? How could it be made to undo the horrible changes it had wrought? Joe didn't have a clue. He knew machines. This seamless ...