21

Suburban streets flash through

the car windows, giving the

impression that there might be

somewhere to stop and stretch

our legs, bare between the

hem of our skirts and the

top of our boots. Our

bodies, new at this, crave

alcohol the way a baby

craves its mother's breast -

like we can't live without it,

like it will help us go

to sleep tonight. We know

how good - how young - we look

and when we find a place

to go, we use this to our

advantage, yelling over techno

and letting strange boys

talk their hot beer breath

all over our glittering necks.

When they start acting like

their hard-earned money will

buy them more than drinks, we

move on, aware of the eyes

on our legs and our chests

and laughing because

we're young and pretty and

we have them all convinced that this

is where we want to be.
 

Reviews

[Bubo]

21.........what a carefree age.........stil learning but having learnt alot about our world............
this was interesting in the concept of social status, the desire to be desired........the drinking.........nowadays it applies to most 13-14 year olds sadly.........very enjoyable read.