C) (hope doing this right?)

Kimberly staggered to her feet scanning the school yard wearily with a frown. She hated her clothes, especially the high heels. Her favorite superhero Moongirl never had to wear high heels. It took all of two seconds for Kimberly to decide she didn’t like what she saw. The boys loitering around looked at her in a dirty way she had never seen before. The girls walking around all seemed to look sad and lost. Moongirl never had boys look at her like this nor was she ever sad and lost. Although Kimberly didn’t really understand what a “sex slave” was she did understand that this Elementary School was not where she wanted to be.

She flung herself at her Dad’s legs innocently hiding her face in his crotch. Her arms wrapped around him like a vice and she found the warmth of his body comforting to her cold bare chest.

“I don’t want to learn how to be a “sex slave” I want to learn how to be a scientist like Moongirl!” Her soft voice cracked.

“sob” She started crying looking to her father with begging blue eyes and an agape jaw. Bits of long red hair stuck to cherry red lipstick.

“p-please Daddy don’t leave me here, I… I promise I will be good from now on! pleeeeaaaseeeeee” Kimberly shamelessly begged. Tears staining her freckled face. She didn’t even know what she had done wrong. Just that her parents considered her poorly behaved. It all seemed terribly unfair.