The girl called Tamara, who Hannah didn’t recognize, stood up and walked to the front of the class. She had long curly brown hair (Now in pigtails like Hannah’s) and tits Hannah would kill for. Her face showed pure panic.
“O.k. Tamara. Tell us your deepest darkest secrets, everything that you don’t want anyone to find out”
“I’m a lesbian” began Tamara “I pretend to be interested in boys even though the thought of having sex with a boy makes me nauseous because my parents are Christian and would hate me if I came out. I hate my breasts because boys keep looking at them. I once tried to kill myself after misreading the signals and coming on to my best-friend who told me she never wanted to see me again. I have a blood fetish and a recurring fantasy about eating a girl out during her period. I’m bulimic and I once tried sucking a guy off in an attempt to cure myself which are related because thinking about that makes throwing up a lot easier.”
Again the horrified girls were forced to clap. Hannah thought she would feel less so since she had already been humiliated, but the idea of sitting through another confession like that Tamara girl’s, let alone several filled her with dread. She had to get out of here.
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