OFxSnow-Ice

Please read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's. Dear Boys, I might not be hot. I might not be skinny. Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home. But that's not my problem. It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore. I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room. And don't you for a second think I wish I was. I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me. I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life. Nothing you say or do will ever change that. And if you're reading this and you

"You know, those things will kill you." A tired male voice called, catching the red head's attention from on the balcony. He turned his green eyes back into the room and smirked proudly at his handiwork that lay on the bed just out of reach. A black haired boy sat slumped on the edge of the bed, the sheets barely covering him up. "Why does everyone say that to me?" The red head spoke as he let out a puff of smoke. He shrugged his shoulders and threw the remainder of his cigarette over the edge of the balcony. "And I'm guessing that everyone who has said that to you hasn't succeeded in making you quit, Tomah?" The boy craned his head to watc