She was just a girl of fifteen, but she had long yang lalu lost that naivety and innocence of girls her age. While her dearest chums spent their days thinking about clothes and their latest crush, she spent her days doing something much differently. She couldn’t tell her friends about it though, they wouldn’t understand. They would criticize and call her horrible names. They’d never accept what she had become. She was completely alone in her secret desires, alone except for the strangers she let into her life each day. It was her need for the approval of those strangers that had caused her to rush halaman awal from school that day. She was now on her bed, doing exactly what she couldn’t help herself from doing. The sound that flew from her lips was quick and unexpected. She gasped sharply and felt all other thoughts rush from her mind. Her jantung beat sped up and she moved ever so slightly. As her mind became muddled with pure happiness, she arched her back and closed her eyes.

There is nothing like your first time. People always like to say that, but the girl knew it to be true. Her first time had been a pahit disappointment and left her filled with regret. But, as with many things in life, she was unable to undo what had been done. She found that the only way to fill that void was to try and try again. After many months, she was now considered an expert in this area. She had done it many times before and she had started branching out, doing it in much lebih public places than the safety of her bedroom. But today it was her room she found herself in. Something was different this time, however. She couldn’t understand why she felt this way all of sudden. Something was taking over her body and she felt like almost possessed. Her fingers slid across the smooth surface beneath her and her jantung beat faster. She moved faster and faster until suddenly...

The door flew open and in walked the girl’s mother. Her eyes locked onto her daughter’s form and her mouth dropped open. “Young lady!” she screeched, her cheeks flushed red. “This is the final straw. anda quit this foolish business and come down to makan malam immediately.” Like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, the girl blushed. “Coming, Mom.” She hit the publikasi button and let her newly created pick fly off into the fanpop universe. Satisfied with her latest creation, the girl tossed her laptop on the tempat tidur and ran off downstairs after her mother, her mind already racing with new pick ideas.