Five girls lying in the dark, trying to be quiet as we wait for my mom to fall asleep, muffled giggles escaping here and there.

Four girls sneaking out of the house, E already asleep, I know she's faking, but I don't tell, the others are too excited by the possibilities of tonight to notice.
Three boys we meet in the park, the ones that our guy friends who care told us to stay away from, but flirting with danger, so to speak, is too enticing.
Two. The number of times we have to stop the boys from following us back, we don't want them to know where I live.

One night we let loose. We're the good girls, we don't do things like this. It wasn't all that bad, but it's enough to make us feel like we're living on the edge. Something we may never mention again but when we pass each other in the halls we'll laugh and think ourselves in control.


Anonymous
1/14/2009
07:53:00 PM

i'm quiet. and catholic. and apparently these two factors are enough to convince everyone who doesn't know me really really well that i am a goody-goody and never do anything wrong. in fact, some people seem to find it necessary to censore themselves around me. i hate it. it's not like i've never heard "the f word" (or said it myself) and i definitely don't hate people that use it. i'm not perfect, and i don't want to be ostracized from the rest of high school society because i have "higher moral values" or something, but i don't know how to change my image without changing myself in the process.


Anonymous
09:10:08 PM

i'm the typical goody -goody girl. i dont make out with boys, or grind with them at dances.

and last night...he didn't push me. and we were the happiest couple out there dancing.


Anonymous
12:13:22 AM