Hello my name is Gloria, I am fifteen years of age, go to an all girls school (Bath-Mouth girls school) and I live with my fifty-one year old dad, as my mum passed away when I was only nine.1
I am five foot nine, the tallest out of all my friends. I have long, curly and messy dark blonde hair, which I always wear a silver head band around.
I love to wear skinny jeans or leggings,with shiny silver or Black tap shoes (even though I don't do tap.)
I wear long puffy flowery dresses, or long plaited shirts.
I have shiny green eyes, with not very long eyelashes, dark eyebrows which need a pluck, and pouted pale pink lips.
I don't wear make-up because I believe If I never wear it , then I wont know what I look like with it on, leaving me no temptation to want to wear it again. 2
My dad is the Vicar of our towns church, we have both lived together on our own, since my mother sadly passed away six years ago of cancer. My dad has never since looked at another women.
We live in a very large, five bedroom , house beside the Church. Even though we live on our own, people are always over for food and drinks. And my dad is constantly welcoming lodgers, no matter the circumstances.3
You must be thinking because I am the Vicars daughter, I am a complete angel, who leads her teenage life as sin free as possible.
Well no, you are wrong, that's not exactly the case.
because I have had religion forced on me my whole life, I cannot help but rebel.4
I believe the man my Dad constantly "yaps" on about is truly up there, somewhere, but I just don't agree with everything he wants us to go by.5
I am not a virgin. I lost my virginity when I was only thirteen, to my dad's best friend's son (so I'm not the only one who isn't a complete angel) who was sixteen at the time, in the churches garden. Yes, I have committed fornication. And now at the age of fifteen I have committed it 40 more times, all different males, since then. And not to forget I love Females as-well. So I must be going to hell for "Practising" Homosexuality. 6
I started smoking at ten years old, 6 months after my mothers death. Then that led on to pot, at twelve.
Now I am also a Social drug taker, and Dealer. I also have been drinking so much since I was thirteen, leaving me with Hangovers all the time.So I do not live with a sober mind.7
I am actually really chuffed with myself, and slightly annoyed with my dad, that he hasn't got one clue that I do any of this.
In his eyes , I am still his little angel.
He will surely find out sometime, when I fail in all my GCSE's, or when I grow Ill with an STD , or cancer just like my mother.8
I suppose I could blame my mothers death for the reason I behave this way, or the way my Dad hardly has anytime for me. But I know they are no excuse for being a teenage
, an alcoholic, someone who is a reason for other peoples lives being destroyed, and a failure.
Not everyone broken person does bad.9
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So I suppose maybe it's time to go and Apologise to the man up there...11










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