I met this boy in the city today - Carmillo was his name. He was full of himself, I could tell, but he was funny and kind of sweet too.
We hit it off well enough. He said I was smart, that I was fascinating and bold. We talked for hours, till I was sure the rest of the group would be missing me.
Things got a bit...intense between us, and finally Carmillo asked me to stay a while longer.
Look, I know this isn't what "good girls" do, but I've passed that label long ago. We're basically sixteen after all, just some near-adults having some fun.
Anyways, I don't really regret anything. If I could, I do this evening over again.
-From the diary of Wanda Wright, circa spring 1930.