Wolf Whistlers Monologue
|Wolf Whistlers by Carry Olwen|
Nothing personal but I don't need a councilor. I don't even want to be here. Okay - I know you are not going to let me off the hook, so I will tell you about it once, just this once. It's been going on for a couple of months now mostly after school. I have to walk home pass the school parking lot. There is this group of guys. Not a gang or anything but guys best to avoid. They always yell stuff to me like shake it baby, nice ass. Even worse, they do it to Sharron Anderson. She even went to the principle and told him but nothing happened. But this time it was different. One of the seniors grabbed at my book bag. They started feeling on me and rubbing me breast. So I broke through the crowd. I ran into Mr. Hill, the history teacher. I told him what the guys had done. He started to rub on my breast, then he whispered, "You are a real pretty girl." He said it like it was all my fault. So what do you think of that councilor, is Mr. Hill some kind of pervert or are those guys. Give me some kind of an answer. I need some kind of an answer.