There are worse things I could do than go with a boy or
two. Even though the neighborhood thinks I'm trashy and no good.
I suppose it could be true, but there are worse things I could
do.
I could flirt with all the guys; smile at them and bat my eyes,
press against them when we dance, make them think they stand a
chance then refuse to see it through. That's a thing I'd never
do.
I could stay home every night, wait around for Mr.Right. Take
cold showers everyday and throw my life away on a dream that
won't come true.
