Seventeen
I've only had one boyfriend
-we went out for three days,
he liked me but I didn't like him back.
I only said "yes" so he would shut up during History class
My parents marriage fizzled out a year ago next month.
Their divorce was finalized the first day of my Junior year,
my brother's first day of high school.
My mom married a nice guy who she had been secretly dating for over a year.
And Dad joined a dating website and met his girlfriend.
I had one friend who sat with me at lunch.
Became friends with a girl who used me.
Became friends with a guy I could never bring home, much less date.
Became well-liked by teachers,
And hated by my class valedictorian,
who called me "slut" on the regular basis.
I had my good days, and my bad,
and I survived being 17.
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