Chapter 212

Oakley's words make me lapse into a line of thinking. It makes me think about the future of girls in the society.

I'm guessing that I don't really do this as often as I should, and I realise that it is a very critical course to actually think of. It is something that is very integral to our survival.

Exactly how are we expected to survive when we get attention that is not warranted at every turn?. I have seen the sort of effects that unnecessary attention produces in some girls. I have seen the sort of effects that sort of unnecessary attention creates in the minds of girls who are young and who have no experience of what the world really is.

I have seen girls become machines because boys shower them enough attention to make thier head swell up to the point that they simply lost sight of what they wanted to be. I have seen girls who started out as clear headed and serious-minded, but at the end they simply fell short because some stupid boy told them that "I love you" line.

All because some guys simply wouldn't stop whistling whenever she passed by and they kept on throwing her sexy provocative glances, I have seen people who have lost ambition and focus all because boys gave them enough attention, enough attention to still make them feel like they were worth something all the while they were being used and gossiped at behind their backs.

Exactly how are we supposed to survive when even teachers, teachers who are married and have kids still cannot get their fill of harassing us. Exactly how many years has Mr Clyde been doing this now, but yet he still looks for a new target each and every year.

He still looks for a new target whom he pressurizes into doing what he wants them to do. It is simply filthy and lowdown, but yet that is the reality of it.

It seems girls are considered as something of a commodity in the society, well my society is currently the school right now, but yet I'm guessing that my school is a practical mirror of the society. I've seen the sort of stares I get whenever I go walking out of the house alone.

The sort of fear that creeps up my spine whenever I am walking around a dark alley all by myself at night, or even in the early hours of noon, that feeling of insecurity that creeps up my spine because I am a girl and I am not supposed to be walking around at that time.

Some people would say that it was your fault for anything that happened to you, you have to be wise enough and smart enough to know which time was appropriate to go out, what was appropriate for you to wear, the way that is appropriate for a girl to behave, but yet why all this infringements, why all this infringements when the guys practically have the freedom to do whatever they want.