gets that way. My voice is medium. I’m just your average plain-Jane, your ordinary, everyday girl. That is, right up to the time I am bitten by a vampire. However, that is yet to come.
As to my personality, well, I think it is lacking; I never seem to be able to be ‘cool’ like the other kids no matter how hard I try. Consequentially, I tend to over try on everything to make others like me. I certainly don't care about girls much, but boy do I want the boys to like me.
When I was growing up, I always tried to act sexy around the friends of my brother Davy. Davy is six years older than I am and I'm sure I embarrassed him when he had friends over to our house. Whenever they came over, I would hang around, swing my hips, and poke out my non-existent tits. Not that any of them ever laughed at me; they just ignored me, which definitely did not help my low self-esteem problem.
I’m 15 now, and me and a lot of kids my age go to the races every weekend. Most kids are dropped off in groups by one of their folks about 7 pm, and then picked up by another about 11 pm when the races are over. Need I say that I don’t have a close friend to ride with to the races? I always ride with my next-door neighbors; I jump out as soon as we get to the track yelling that I will see them after the races. I don’t want the other kids to know that I have to catch a ride with adults instead of friends. Oh, and do I even need to mention none of us have ever watched a race?
All of us kids usually hang out near the concession stand with us girls flirting with the boys that hang around. I always have to resort to measures I am not at all proud of in order to be noticed above the rest of the girls. While they all flirt in a no-contact manner, I have to resort to full contact.
Take for instance the time Peter Remsky, a cute 19 year old, was the target of the flirting for a couple of months. Peter was eyeballing all the other girls and no matter how hard I tried, he never seemed to see me. I started dropping hints that I could offer more then the other girls: I would coyly suggest that I like to French kiss or suggest that it was kind of cold and maybe we could get warm by getting closer. Finally, my hints got his attention and we started to do a lot of hugging, and even managed some French kissing (it was new to me but I caught right on). However, the whole time he had his body smashed against mine, he was still looking at the other girls, and all the while, the other girls were calling me a slut under their breaths or, sometimes right out-loud. Hurt!
