Back in high school people always knew me as the girl who always had a crush. Don’t take this the wrong way. I’ve always had crushes on fake guys, meaning guys who exsist on TV. Hehe. So there.
But the girl they saw last saturday was a different person. Totally different.
Jen: “Bia, how are the boys in your school?”
Me: *shrug* “They’re okay”
Jen: *grinning* “And?”
Me: “Well, there are a lot of good looking guys but they all drink and smoke. I have nothing against smokers or drinkers but its not something I grew up accustomed to. I don’t want to give up my values, not to mention my parents’ trust over something that wouldn’t last…”
By this time Jen looks at me with a weird look on her face.
I knew what she was thinking. She’s my mamuch after all. I know she was thinking that I, in my own way have matured.
So, I don’t care if people at my college label me as that girl with a purity ring.
For the first time ever . . .
I am proud to be labeled