You f##king left, so it was your word an...

You f##king left, so it was your word and Baxter’s word against mine, two to one. You left and made me into this giant slut. That was seventh grade. Naddy the Nympho. Then there was eighth grade, where I had the idea to tell everyone that Baxter had turned me lesbian. That was a winner. And then there was the first year of high school, where no one would talk to me, because I was either a slut, a dyke or a pathological liar, but any way I was a freak.