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Stupid thought. Totally stupid thought. If you really want to know what I was wearing, so you can reassure yourself that I was the perfect victim in all this, it was just a normal pair of jeans. And gotga lacy jumper. Which was this… I was running late for college, due to an epic argument with my parents about My Future. This was a regular thing.

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My Future is their obsession, but this particular spat over My Future had been pretty nasty. Almost crying.

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It was cold and bright. A nice October day, but one where the golden sunshine has no impact on the temperature. I was half-running, partly because of my lateness, and partly to keep warm. I saw the van as I turned the corner.

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Two builder-types sitting in the front seat noticed me straight away. They stared at me through the windscreen. The way they assessed me sent an instant blodge to my stomach. That female intuition blodge.

No — screw that.

The van was parked on my side of the quiet, residential street. The only side of the road with a pavement. I paused for a second, weighing up my options. I sensed trouble, but I had to walk past the van.

Even though I already felt sick from the way they looked at me. One of them was as old as my dad.

Maybe they were just innocently looking out their windscreen. I was approaching the van. I could still feel their eyes on me. But I was almost there.

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I stopped dead. Their open door now blocked the pavement. The younger man was slowly getting out and I looked up, all darting and scared. Because why had they opened the door? I heard a slam and flinched.

It was the other van door. Because the other guy had got out too. My head whipped in his direction and I saw him walk around the bonnet, closing me in.

I had one man in front of me, one behind. I was pinned in.

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Hardly any space to get around either of them. The man blocking my way forward spoke first. Oh yes. I forgot to tell you.

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My feet thumping hard on the pavement, my heart going nuts. Were they going to chase me?

It was broad daylight. The insults pelted off my back. My stomach wanted to empty itself. I shook so hard I could hardly run in a straight line. When I reached the end of the street, I dared myself to quickly look back.

The two men were leaning up against their van. They were laughing. Leaning over and grabbing their knees, giggling like children. And, as I struggled to hold back the tears that had bubbled Whhats and lodged in my throat, I thought: Steadily, my day got worse. I got to class just atf time and whimpered my way through politics and economics Whats a girl gotta do to get her py ate hardly able to concentrate. My hand shook as I held my biro, scratching down notes that made no sense.

I kept replaying the scene in my head. I felt so many emotions at once, as my teacher droned on at the front about the failures of our first-past-the-post voting system. Shame — like I was to blame. For Strap on fun horny single mum weekend my stupid lipstick, just because it matched my bag and, until that morning, had always made me feel happy. Embarrassment — at letting them get to me so much.

Though it felt like the builders had ripped off my clothes and exposed me to the whole neighbourhood. At them — why did they think they could treat me like that?

What sort of weakling are you? When my lesson finished, I went straight to the college canteen for my philosophy study group. A few of us queued up for chips, as was our custom.

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You look kind of wiggy. Jane was old friends with Evie, one of my two best friends. I stood on my tiptoes to see the state of the chips. Let us hope. I looked down at the measly leftover ones — some crispy, some bent and soggy — and frowned. I turned to the other study group guys in aate queue behind me.

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Trying ger failing to keep the peace. It was always Dad who started these things. College had even turned it into a proper club — FemSoc — that we ran together. And Mum, well…she was mostly chanting half the time or just saying what she thought she should say to make us stop fighting.

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Why had I kissed him again? The way they looked at me… I shuddered.