Some of the students were nice to my face but behind my back was a whole different story. Whilst others were openly hostile, thinking nothing of verba...ly and physically hurting me. With no support or help from anyone, especially my family, I retreated inside myself, just going through the motions until I could leave school at 16.Months after Leaving school with no qualifications, I eventually got a job at my local garage, where I made a good friend called Damon (D for short). We got to know. "What have we here, boys? Looks like we treed ourselves some entertainment for later. A gift, if you will, and look - we barely even need to unwrap it!" The group of them laughed, and I sighed. Nice going, Sierra, jinx yourself by wondering about being raped."Come on down, missy! We won't hurt you none. We was just wanting to get to know you a little!" There was a general chorus of agreement, mixed in with a variety of catcalls. Apparently chauvinist pigs say the same things in any world. I. Century it seems so appropriate, a feminist foil to the standard chauvinistic expression of a Renaissance Man. The more I turn it over in my mind, the more I realize the validity of the expression in describing my current mental agitation.In retrospect what happened several hundred years ago is clear. What happens when the seasons change is clear, it is preordained by nature? What is not clear is what will happen to me if I succumb to my own renaissance? What will I change into? What will I. My father had ordered a food package to be delivered to the villa, so that we could stay in solitude at the villa. I knew that solitude meant alone, so that meant that I would be naked all the time. When I am told to be naked at home, it usually is only when its family at home. If we have visitors, then I have to put a dress on, but not knickers. I am only allowed to wear knickers to my school. I loved the feeling of the sun on my body, but made sure that I stayed in the shade, as I didn’t.