Is My Name Dorothy? No Then Why

Because Whipping An Atlas At Jackson's Head While He Was Flirt-touching That Frankie Girl In Geography Would Have Been Very Satisfying. And Beating Him With The Eiffel Tower Snowglobe While He Kissed Cleo In French Would Have Been Tres Cathartic. But She Hadn't. Instead She'd Been Egg-like: A Hard Shell On The Outside, And A Runny Mess On The Inside.

Why Limit Yourself To Just One Best Friend?

This Isn't Going To Be Pretty. Rules Will Be Broken. Friendships Will Be Tested. And Huge Risks Will Be Taken. But They're Small Prices To Pay For True Love And Freedom, Right?

Is This Place Called Virgins? Well, I Shouldn't Be Here! -nina

The Confusing Lesson Whipped Frankie's Anger Into Something She Had Never Felt Before. It Was Like An Emotional Meringue - The Airy Feeling Of Loneliness Topped With The Hard Crisp Of Injustice. Yet Its Taste Was Far From Sweet.