Shut the Door, Have a Seat (3)
Melinda looked at Stella, her chubby, newly pubescent body, dark hair, combat boots and pink babydoll dress and realized what she was: Majorly confused. Clearly the beginning stages of schizophrenia Melinda thought, smiling to herself.
“I don’t know where to start, Stella. Sucking off married men in bowling alleys and movie theaters? I know you’re ‘only’ fourteen and you hate it because you’re so ‘grown-up’ and no one takes you seriously, but let me give you some advice, no one likes a slut, Stella. No one likes a bitch who steals other women’s men. Who you are now will change in the future, trust me. Don’t be stupid, it’s time to grow up, little girl,” Melinda condescendingly said.
“By the way,” Melinda added, looking at the teenager’s dress, "It’s true what they say: ‘If you want to be taken seriously, stop dressing like a little girl.’ "
“That’s all,” Melinda stated as she opened the door, exposing them to the world.