Short Attention Span

By Lance Linett

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 31, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453534922

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Copyright © 2010 by Lance Linett.

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When I wake up in my make-up

Courtney Love

CONTENTS

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Epilogue

One

Four

Three

Two

One

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Today I hated what happened. I had to tell my dad my secret. I had an abortion. I had sex with one of my teachers. I’m only fourteen and pregnant with his baby. He was my gym teacher. I liked him a lot he took time with me. I signed up to play softball and after practice we would talk about stuff. Sometimes he would buy me ice cream or pizza and say I was his girlfriend and we would laugh. I began to get boobs pretty big ones actually. Sometimes when he touched me he would brush against one of them and the nipple would get hard. I began to fantasize about him naked. He kissed me on the cheek one night practice and rubbed my butt. I pressed up against him. I hated my real dad, he drank and argued with my mom. I even saw him hit her once. I would sit in my room and listen to music loud and look at my posters. I liked goth music and started to wear all black and even color my nails black. I didn’t want anyone to see my boobs and how big they were getting so I wore loose fitting clothes. I wanted to kiss my coach so I did. The next thing I knew his tongue was in my mouth and it felt like a wet slug. He rubbed my boobies and slipped his hand in my pant and fingered my pussy. I started to feel warm all over so I rubbed his pants where I thought his dick was. It got a bulge and he unzipped his pants and it popped out all big and veiny. He wanted me to lick it but I didn’t know how so I stroked it up and down. He flopped around and white gooey stuff shot out of the tip going everywhere and my hands felt sticky and wet. I reached down rubbed them off on the grass.

My dad was passed out in his chair. The t.v. was on and their were beer bottles by his chair. I could see the Braves playing on t.v. The announcer was droning on. I shut the t.v. off went into my room and on the radio and got undressed. I was ashamed of my body and wished I was a boy.

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My mother never got married. They had me when she was studying to be a nurse. She went to nurse’s school in Atlanta. We lived in a trailer. They began to fight more and more and then he decided to leave. We were homeless she didn’t have a job so we slept on cardboard when they turned off the heat. The social services found out I was wearing the same thing to school day after day and it wasn’t washed and they were thinking about taking me away from her. Instead we went into a homeless shelter while she finished her schooling.

We moved back to Louisberg, N.C. and I went to a private school. Now my mother had money and we lived with my grandma and great grandma. My great grandma had no indoor plumbing or electricity in her house but I loved her more than anything. When she died I cried at her funeral. They’re pictures of me running through her yard when I was a baby and I couldn’t have been happier. But I was becoming a woman I was getting breasts and bleeding and boys were beginning to notice me. I had braces on teeth but I was pretty with long blonde hair. I liked to watch t.v., go to movies, and work out. I found out a way to stay thin. It was scarf and barf. My mother had written in my notebook it was better to look good then feel good.

When I was 11 I loved Axl Rose, and even dressed like him wearing t-shirts and combat boots. I didn’t associate with the other kids instead I stayed in my room studying and reading. I tried being popular for a month at my new school then I got tired of all the stress and stayed in my room a lot.

My mother’s boyfriend usually stayed with me. He looked after me when she was at work. We played video games and it was summertime so he wore shorts. I had on my little shorts too and a short top and when I jumped up he could see my belly. I always thought I was fat and tried to stay on a strict diet. I exercised a lot and watched what I ate. He leaned back and his shorts billowed up. I could see his underwear. I opened the leg hole to take a look. He stopped playing the video game and smiled. Then he smooched me and slipped his shorts and I fished inside. He was already half hard. It was like a slippery snake. He leaned back and oohed and ahhed as I played with it. It twitched and stood straight up like a flag pole. That’s when he asked me to kiss it so I did. That’s when he pushed me hard down on it and told me to lick it. I licked it and I thought he was going to hit the roof. So I liked it some more. Then he told me to go up and down on it with my two little hands. That’s when he arched his back let out a scream and white sticky stuff came out the head. I had to get out of the way or else I would have got it in my eye and it looked like it would burn but I did get some on my lip and I tasted it and though it looked like ice cream it tasted bitter.

That’s when I heard the door open and it was my moms. I jumped up ran into my room, and he fumbled with his clothes. She knew something was up. I could hear them arguing and he slammed the door and went out.

We didn’t have any money so when he left we only had a little food. When that ran out he had to stay inside. He came and got our furniture and we ended up sleeping on cardboard in the living room. My mother was going to school to become a nurse and she wasn’t about to drop out or ask her mom for money. That’s when we had to move into the mission for a month while she graduated. I had my oversized boots and bandana because I loved Axl Rose.

I would listen to Welcome to the Jungle over and over yell and dance in my room. I wished I could see Guns and Roses in person. That’s when I wrote Charles Manson a fan letter. He never wrote back.

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