Chapter 6: Back to School

Going back to school was one of the strangest experiences of my life. Because some of the students had helped search for me and others had read about it in the newspapers, there was almost no one in the whole school who didn't at least have some idea about what had happened to me. Of course, among the girls, everyone tried to be friendly but there was an undercurrent that told me that the crowd I had originally been a part of now considered me to be little better than a slut. Strangely, the group of girls that we had looked down on because of their loose morals now considered me one of their own. It didn't matter that I had been raped. I now knew what sex was all about and to little seventh and eighth grade sluts that somehow made me a hero.

The boys fell into two major categories, the one's who chose to simply ignore me walking by and never looking at me and the one's who thought I was now fair game for their advances. Being in a Junior/Senior high school with grades seven through twelve all crowded into one building, it was inevitable that I would see a lot of older boys. I'm not sure why, but this made me extremely uncomfortable.

I still remember walking past a group of about seven junior boys. There were a few low whistles and cat calls and I could feel each of them stripping me with their eyes. One of them came up to me and grabbed my breasts, one in each hand – right there in front of God and everybody. I dropped my books and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. He backed off instantly and brought one hand to the side of his reddened face where I had slapped him. Then his whole face turned red as the other boys laughed at him. That made me feel good. Served the bastard right.