The next day in school, her friends gathered around her during break time. They knew she was angry and wanted to please her; they even bought lunch for her. Within her, she felt insulted. They had the audacity to attempt buying her smile with lunch? Breath,
she told herself. She needed them to share their experiences with her. After that, she would make it a competition; may the best win. She grinned. She was the best.
Their subsequent meetings were fruitful and educating, of course. They introduced her to various porn sites and men (rich men). They also introduced her to drugs. She was told she had to be high in order to be able to pull this off.
How could she never had known that the girls she shared every aspect of her life with, kept such an interesting part of theirs from her? She no longer felt out of place; now she felt fulfilled. She was young, yet she could bet her life on the fact that none of her elder sisters had ever attained her level.
The other day, she'd tried to talk about sex with her mother, who had immediately shushed her. Where had she learnt about the word 'sex'? Didn't she know that 'sex' was a vulgar word? Her shocked mother had made her promise never to talk about sex again, until the future when she'd be a full grown woman. She laughed. Her mother would die if she ever discovered how fully she had 'grown'.
A fortnight ago, a smooching scene had come up on TV when she and her elder sisters were in the living room. They had all screamed at her to cover her eyes till that scene was over. Oh, poor things! They thought she was a kid. If only they knew...... Again, she laughed.
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