Post by ebonymariemau on Dec 11, 2010 12:11:31 GMT -5
ebony marie mau.
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[/CENTER]EIGHTEEN. SENIOR. FRANCE. KRISTEN BELL. ADMIN EDIT.
no one ever said it'd be this hard.
welcome to ebony's world of sadism, sarcasm and smarts. those are the three s's that control my life, but i'll get into that later. for now, introductions![/blockquote][/blockquote]
bonjour! i am ebony, commonly referred to as 'eb'. sometimes people like to call me 'eboner' or the more famous 'slut' nickname. i seem to be graced with that nickname quite often. i am eighteen and am in my final year of boarding school, which is tres magnifique. i cannot wait to escape from ireland and just travel the world, write novellas and sip on cherry vodkas in my tuscan house that overlooks a vineyard. the last of those dreams probably won't happen, but i can still dream. dreaming is one of the greatest techniques to calm myself these days, with all the nonsense that seems to follow me.
i grew up in nancy, france. it's a lovely city and i always used to tell father how i wish to have my children, and my children's children, live in nancy. oh, just a little spare information; my mother ran off with our female maid when i was two-years-old. my father never remarried and opted to care for me and raise me as a single father. but my life in nancy was sweet up until i turned fifteen. you know those mean girls in high schools that plot to ruin everyone else's lives? they decided they'd ruin mine beyond repair. for such dim-witted girls, they sure knew how to use photoshop as a "photo" of me and this considerably older male having sex was sent around the school. rumours erupted about my sex life and, let me tell you, some children are truly inventive when it comes to rumours. apparently i had a threesome with my mother and the maid while my father watched on. inventive, i tell you.
i spent a few months stomaching the rumours and nicknames. being called a slut when i haven't even had sex doesn't faze me. but after those months it just got irritating. i started saying back snarky and crude comments, which they'd generally reply with a "shut up, slut". but i never shut up. this led to the classic yogurt incident. when i explained to my father that the charming children at my school decided to force yogurt down my top, in my panties and all over my face, he pulled me out of the school. he said that the school didn't deserve my brains, which was when he introduced me to a scout from the kostine academy. i was accepted after an interview as my academics were apparently impressive. i was booked to leave mid-semester and would start at kostine during sophomore year. i was glad to leave my rumoured reputation behind and start afresh at an academy that praised my academics.
my first year at kostine was good. i fit in well, i seemed to be liked and no one viewed me as a slut. then my good old friends from nancy relived the rumours and made the photo viral again. people at kostine got a hold of it, and the rumours spread once more. but this time around, i've taken to indulge the rumours. i'm known for being a slut, so why not act like one and give people what they want? no, i haven't had sex. no, i've never seen or touched a penis. how can i act like a slut? apparently revealing clothing and erotic dancing at parties count.
so for the past year, i've became what everyone perceives me to be--a slut. it's not how i wanted to end my schooling years and it's definitely not how i wanted to enter my adult life but i'll learn to deal.
i really despise ireland. i can't explain why. maybe because it isn't home, and home is where the heart is after all. i also despise the cold weather. nancy was much more warmer. i love caffeine and the smell of blossoming flowers in the spring. sadism is disgusting, and i will always classify the yogurt incident as sadism. it's painful getting yogurt shoved into your mouth, alright?
one day i think i might write an autobiography about my schooling life. about my rumoured reputation, about the bullying and about how i seem to get post-it notes stuck on my suite every second hour calling me a slut. and i won't hold back. if someone decides to hurt me and be sadistic, their name will be printed in my book. so fucking beware.
AYSHA. FOURTEEN. CST. SIX YEARS. PM.
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