(Fictional Diary)
November 17, 2025
Dear Diary,
I still shaking while I write this. My hands won’t stop.
Today actually felt like a dream at first. Sophia, yes the Sophia who has called me “Rat Face” since seventh grade, walked straight up to my locker after last period and said, “Lucy, come to the classroom. Just us girls. We’re doing truth or dare. You in?”
I swear my heart stopped. I thought it was a prank, that they’d laugh the second I said yes. But she just kept looking at me with that glossy smile, twirling her hair like in the movies, and I heard myself whisper, “Okay.
I’ve never said yes to anything so fast in my life.
Sophia was waiting in the classroom and i also spotted Mia, the second most popular girl in class who always copied my homework and then critiqued it as bad.
The truths started harmless. Who I liked (I lied and said nobody), worst kiss (never had none), most embarrassing Google search (I turned red and mumbled “hot to get someone to fuck me”). They howled with laughter, but it felt like they were laughing with me, not at me. Then the dares got wilder. Mia had to text her ex “I still think about you.” Sophia licked whipped cream off Mia’s stomach. They were screaming and filming on their phones, but it was just for us, they said. Private.
Then the bottle spun to me.
Sophia’s eyes glittered. “Truth or dare, little mouse?”
I knew truth would be worse, they’d dig until they found something that would destroy me, so I said dare. My voice cracked.
Sophia grinned like a cat. “Take off your top.”
Just like that.
I hesitated maybe two seconds, and Mia said, “Aww, she’s scared. Cute.” Something inside me snapped. I was not going to be the scared little mouse tonight. I pulled the top over my head. No bra underneath because the shirt was tight anyway. My skin exploded in goosebumps. They clapped like I’d done a backflip.
The bottle kept finding me. Shorts next. Then panties. Each time they cheered louder, told me I was brave, hot, finally interesting. When I was completely naked, shaking in the middle of them, Sophia said, “One more. Pose with us. Victory picture. You’re one of us now, Lu.”
I believed her.
Sophia held the phone. She told me to smile like I was proud. The flash went off three times. I remember thinking: this is the moment they’ll remember me. This is how I stop being invisible.
November 18, 2025
Dear Diary,
They sent it to the entire school.
I walked into first period and the room went silent, then burst into laughter. Someone had printed the photo and taped it to my locker, my naked body with Sophia’s grin. Someone else photoshopped devil horns on me. By second period it was on the boys’ group chats, the sports teams, even the teachers’ lounge printer (someone told me Mr. Harris found a stack).
People I’ve sat next to for years called me “Sophia’s new pet” and “free show.” A senior I used to crush on walked past me in the hall, looked me up and down, and said, “Damn, never knew you were packing like that.” He laughed with his friends like I should be flattered.
I spent lunch in a bathroom stall crying so hard I almost threw up. My hands still smell like Sophia’s vanilla perfume because she hugged me this morning,actually hugged me, and whispered, “You’re famous now, babe. You’re welcome.”
She wasn’t even sorry.
The worst part? When the notifications kept coming, guys sliding into my DMs with fire emojis, girls I’ve always wanted to be friends with sending laughing crying faces and writing “iconic”—something twisted inside my chest lit up again. For one sick second I felt that same electric rush.
I hate myself for it.
But diary… what if this is the only time anyone ever really sees me? All this attention, it actually feels .. good?
I don’t know who I am anymore.
November 19, 2025
Dear Diary,
I can’t stop smiling and I know it’s messed up but I don’t care.
This morning I skipped first period because I was scared to face everyone again, but then Jake texted me. Captain of the football team, the one who once asked Sophia for my @ just to follow and never speak to me. He wrote: “saw the pic. you’re actually insane (in a good way). you free rn?”
I said yes before I even thought about it.
He picked me up two blocks from school in his Jeep and we just… drove to the empty parking lot behind the old movie theater. He didn’t say much at first, just looked at me like I was something delicious and asked if the rumors were true, that I “do anything now.” I laughed, because what else could I do.
It happened in the back seat. It hurt a little and lasted maybe four minutes, but when he kissed me after, hard, like he couldn’t believe his luck, I felt that same electric jolt i felt during the dare only a thousand times stronger. He kept saying “holy shit, Lucy” over and over, like I’d done something amazing just by letting him. When he dropped me off he made me put my number in his phone as “Lucy 🔥🔥🔥” and told me he’d text later.
He hasn’t texted.
I know he probably won’t. I know he took a selfie of us kissing (my shirt already half off again) and probably already sent it to the football team chat with some caption I don’t want to imagine. I know tomorrow everyone will call me a slut instead of just a joke and that somehow feels worse and better at the same time.
But diary, I lost my virginity today. To fucking Jake. In a Jeep.
And even if he never speaks to me again, even if the entire school sees that selfie tomorrow, even if I regret this for the rest of my life…
Right now I feel like the main character for the first time ever.
I feel like I finally matter.
God, I’m so happy it hurts.