. Am I right?"

Wanting to sink into the floor, I nod. "I had sex with my boyfriend."

"For the first time?" she asks.

I nod.

"Today?"

Another nod. I know the question coming next, so I answer to save myself from having to hear it. "We used protection."

Instead of giving me a lecture or furthering my embarrassment, Dr. Fischer stands and says, "All right, well let's go ahead and continue then."

The awkwardness carries on when she has me lie back and position my feet, but it's over quickly and she tells me everything is fine. She does, however, follow that up by saying she's going to write me a prescription for birth control. I guess I should have seen that coming, but I feel my face flame scarlet all the same.

It's not until she asks me to sit back up and I find her sporting a familiar look that I remember why I really don't like visits to the doctor. I don't bare a lot of skin normally, for good reason. Sitting here in only a paper gown, there's no chance she didn't see all the scars. I know what questions are coming next.

The last time I was at the doctor's office—well, the last time I actually remember—it was for whatever vaccinations it is you get when you turn twelve. That guy hadn't even seen the worst of it before he spawned the same look. All he did was ask me to remove the light pullover I'd been wearing despite how warm it was. If he'd planned to give the shots in my other arm, it probably wouldn't have been so bad.

The scar on my right shoulder looks uglier than the circumstances warranted. It had been a year earlier when I was hiding out in our backyard tree after a fight with my mom that one of the ghosts appeared right next to me. That wouldn't have been so bad—I'm used to them popping up whenever they please—but when I ignored him and he tried to touch me, over I went.

I broke a branch on the way down and got a pretty good gash. That, mixed with the bruises running up and down my arm from a mad rush to escape another ghost a few days earlier where I ran into more than one wall...well, my mom was called in immediately and a discussion about abuse kicked up.
. Am I right? " 

 Wanting to sink into the floor, I nod. " I had sexual activity with my boyfriend. " 

 " For the inaugural time? " she asks. 

 I nod. 

 " Today? " 

 Another nod. I acknowledge the motion coming next, so I answer to keep open myself from have to hear it. " We use protection. " 

 Instead of give me a lecture or furthering my embarrassment, Dr. Fischer stand and says, " All right, well let's go ahead and continue then. " 

 The awkwardness carry on when she has me lie back and position my animal foot, but it's over quickly and she tells me everything is fine. She does, however, postdate that up by saying she's going to write me a prescription for birth restraint. I guess I should have seen that coming, but I feel my face flame scarlet all the same. 

 It's not until she asks me to sit back up and I find her sporting a familiar look that I remember why I really don't like visits to the doctor of the church. I don't publicize a lot of peel normally, for beneficial reason. Sitting here in only a newspaper gown, there's no chance she didn't see all the scars. I acknowledge what questions are coming next. 

 The last time I was at the doctor's office — well, the final time I actually remember — it was for whatever vaccinations it is you get when you call on twelve. That guy hadn't even seen the bad of it before he spawned the same look. All he did was ask me to absent the light pullover I'd been wearing despite how warm it was. If he'd plan to give the shots in my other arm, it credibly wouldn't have been so bad. 

 The scar on my right shoulder looks ugly than the circumstances justify. It had been a year sooner when I was hiding out in our backyard tree after a competitiveness with my mom that one of the ghosts appeared right next to me. That wouldn't have been so regretful — I'm used to them popping up whenever they please — but when I ignored him and he sample to touch me, over I went. 

 I broke a arm on the manner down and got a pretty full gash. That, mixed with the bruises running up and down my arm from a mad bang to escape another ghost a few days earlier where I ran into more than one wall... well, my ma was called in immediately and a discussion about abuse kick back up.
. Am I right?"

Wanting to sink lnto the floor, I nod. "I iad sex with my boyfriend."

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I nod.

"Today?"

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. Am I right?"

Wanting to sink into The floor, I nOd. "I haD seX wiTh My boYfriEnd."

"For the first TIme?" sHe asks.

I nod.

"Today?"

Another Nod. I kNoW The qUEsTion cOming neXT, sO i AnsWeR tO saVe MYsElf frOm hAving to Hear it. "We usEd pRoTection."

InsteAD oF giving me a LecTure or furtheRinG my embArRasSMent, DR. FiScher Stands ANd says, "all right, wElL Let's go AHead and CONtInue Then."

The awkwardnesS CaRRies on when she hAs me liE bACk AND poSitIon my feet, bUt It's ovER quicklY AnD SHE teLLs me everythinG is fine. She dOEs, hOwever, FoLloW That up By sayInG She'S going to wriTe me A prescripTion foR Birth coNTrol. I guEss I shOulD haVe seEN tHaT coMiNG, buT i fEel MY faCe flame sCaRlEt all The sAME.

iT's noT unTil sHe askS me to sit back uP anD I fiND heR sporTing a FamiLiAr looK that I RememBeR why I really don't Like Visits to tHe dOcTor. i dOn't baRE a lot oF skIn nOrmally, For good REasOn. sITTiNg here in only a paper GoWN, ThEre's no chAnce shE DiDn'T See all thE sCarS. I knOW What qUestIOnS are comiNg next.

tHe LaSt time I WaS at the DoCtoR's oFfice—WEll, tHe last Time I actUally REmember—it was foR Whatever vacciNAtIONs IT is yOu gEt when you tuRn twELve. THat gUY hAdn'T Even sEen thE wORsT Of it before he spawned ThE same lOok. AlL he did was ask mE to remove tHE LIght pullOver i'D bEEn wearing despiTe how Warm it was. IF He'd plannEd to gIve the shOts in my otHER arm, it prObaBly WouLdn'T HAvE been so bad.

The SCAr on My Right shOulDer lookS ugLieR thAn tHe CircumstaNces warrAnTeD. IT hAd bEen a yEAr earlieR wHen i wAs hIding OUt in ouR backYard TrEe AFteR a fight WItH MY mom ThAt One oF thE gHosts AppeARed Right neXt to me. ThaT woULdn't HaVe Been so bAd—I'm used to theM pOpping up whEnEveR they pLEAse—but whEn I ignored him and he tried TO touch mE, ovEr I weNt.

I bRoke a branCh oN the waY doWN and goT a pretTy gooD gAsh. tHAt, mixED WiTh tHe Bruises runNINg uP and dOwN my aRm from a Mad rush to escape anoTHer Ghost a few days EarLier WHErE I rAN iNTo mOrE ThaN ONe wall...well, my mom Was called iN iMMeDiately and A DisCuSsion abOut abusE kickED up.
. Am I right?"

Wanting to  sink into  theflo or,  I  nod . "I  had sex withm y bo yfriend."

"For the fi rst t im e ?" s h easks. 

I nod . 
" T oda y? "
An ot h er  nod.  Iknow th e question  co mi ng next, soI  a nswer to s ave  myself from  ha ving t ohea r  it."We  used  prote c tion." 

Instead  o f  givin g  me a l e c tu re o r furthering my e m ba r rassment, Dr.Fische rs ta n d s a ndsays, "All  r ight, well le t 's g o  ah e ad and contin ue then."
T heawkwar dn ess carrie s onwh e n s he has me l ie b ack and p ositio n  my fee t , but i t's ov erqui ckly an dshe  t e lls me  ev e ryt hing isfi ne . She  doe s , h owev er,  fol low t hat up by say ing  she ' s g oingto wr iteme  a pr escrip tionfo r birth control . Iguess I s hou ld  ha ve  seen that c omi ng,  but Ifeel my fac ef l a me  scarlet all the s am e . 
It's not  until sh ea sks me t osit  bac k up an d If in d her sp orting afa miliarlo ok tha tI r eme mberw hy I  reall y don'tlikev isits to the d o ctor. I don't ba r e  a lotofskin normal ly,f or g oodr ea son .  Sitt ing h er e  i n  only a paper gown,  t here's  no c hance she did n't see al l t he scars . Ik no w  what question s are  coming ne x t.

Thelasttime I w as at the d octor'soff ice —we ll, t he  last time Ia c tual ly  rememb er— it wasfor  wh ate ver  v accinatio ns it is  y ou  g et  wh en yo u  turn tw el ve.  T hat  guyh adn'tevenseen  t he wor st of i t  b e f orehe  s pawn edth e sam e lo o k.All hedid was a skm e to  r em ove the  light pullov er  I'd beenwe ari ng des p i te how w arm it was. If he'd pla n ned togiv e the  sho ts in myoth er arm , i t  proba bly wo uldn' thav e beens o  b ad. 
The scar o n myright  s houl der loo ks uglier than the cir cumstances wa rra nted . It  ha d  b e enay ear e arlier when I w as hidingou t  i n our back y ard  t ree aft er a fi ght w i th my m om that o ne of the  g host s app eared righ t next t o me. Tha t  woul d n' t hav e b een so  b ad— I'm u sed to the m pop ping u pwhenev er th ey  please— but when I ignored himand he  trie d t o touch m e,o ver  I went.
I b roke a bra nch  on  theway downandg ot  ap retty  goo d  gash. Th a t,  mi x e dwith the br u i s esrunni ngu p anddown  my arm from a ma d  rush to escap e an o t her  gh o st a  f ew days earlie r w he r e  I ran i nt o more than  one wal l. . .well , my m om was  called i ni mmedia tely  an d a discu ssi on about a bu se kicked  up. 
. Am_I right?"

Wanting_to sink into the_floor, I_nod._"I had_sex_with my boyfriend."

"For_the first time?"_she asks.

I nod.

"Today?"

Another nod._I know the_question_coming next, so I answer to save myself from having to hear it. "We_used_protection."

Instead of_giving_me_a lecture or furthering my_embarrassment, Dr. Fischer stands and_says, "All_right, well let's go ahead and continue then."

The_awkwardness_carries on when_she has me lie back and position my feet,_but it's over quickly and she_tells me everything_is_fine._She does, however, follow_that up by saying she's going_to write me a prescription for_birth control. I guess I should have_seen that coming, but I feel_my face flame scarlet all_the same.

It's_not until she asks me_to sit back_up and_I find her_sporting a familiar look that I_remember why I_really don't like visits to the_doctor._I don't bare_a_lot_of skin_normally, for good_reason._Sitting here_in_only a paper gown, there's no_chance_she didn't see all the scars. I_know what questions are_coming_next.

The last time I_was at the doctor's office—well,_the last time I actually remember—it_was for_whatever vaccinations_it is you get when you turn twelve. That guy hadn't_even seen the worst of it_before he spawned the_same look._All_he did was_ask_me to_remove the light pullover I'd been wearing_despite how_warm it was. If he'd planned_to give the shots_in_my other arm, it probably wouldn't_have been so bad.

The scar on_my right shoulder looks uglier_than_the_circumstances warranted. It had been_a year earlier when I was_hiding out in_our backyard tree after a fight with_my_mom that one of the ghosts_appeared_right next to me. That wouldn't_have_been_so bad—I'm used to them_popping up whenever they please—but when_I ignored him and he tried to touch me,_over I went.

I_broke a branch on the_way_down_and got a pretty good gash. That, mixed with the_bruises running_up and down_my arm from a mad rush to escape another ghost_a few days earlier where I ran_into more than one wall...well, my mom was called in immediately_and a discussion about abuse kicked up.