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I was writing in my journal in study hall; when I heard Olivia Newton-John's song Physical. Why were middle schoolers listening to, in their opinions-old people music? These boys (and some girls) were laughing at it. I tried to ignore them and continue writing. "I'm pretty sure that's the cheer coach at the high school!" one of them laughed. I looked at them and sighed. I'm guessing I'm not finishing writing after all.
The next day, I was at my locker; when Vanessa and her "gang" came up. "Hey, slut," she said as she gave the fake-ish smile I had ever seen.
"What do you want, Vanessa," I asked, not wanting any of this.
"So I heard something."
"What?"
"That your dad is a slut as well." What?
"What?"
"Yeah, it's all over the high school chat rooms."
"Why are you in the high school chat rooms?"
"'Cause I'm cool, duh!" Sure you are honey.
"My dad isn't a slut; neither am I." I slammed my locker shut.
"Keep believing that, sweetheart." They all laughed as I walked away.
I was in the kitchen diner booth thingy; that I've mentioned before, working on some homework. My dad had walked in and dropped his bag. "Hey," he said as he grabbed a beer.
"Hey," I said. "So I heard something today at school."
"Yeah; what was that?" he sat down next to me and started to take a sip of his drink.
"That my father is a slut." He choked on his drink.
"What?" I started to chuckle.
"You have something you need to tell me, mister?"
"How did it get over to your school?"
"You're not denying it."
"Emma found out that I made out with Shelby and April had stayed over the other week..."
"Did you sleep with April..." I was afraid to ask.
"No; we did not do anything." He took another sip.
"Good...watching you make out with Shelby was terrifying enough." He spits the drink out.
"Wait, you saw that?"
"Yeah," I gave a disgusted look. "Also next time, swallow!"
"Sorry." He grabbed his stuff and left the room.