The Secret Lives of Goddesses

Chapter 1

Thursday, May 26, 1994

Jessica wasn't like the other girls. Crouching, her back against the brick wall of her high school, she clasped her face to hide the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Strawberry blonde locks further obscured any view of her as she silently wept. She was going to miss another class, unable to face the others, once again crying alone out in the soccer field. In the skirt and dress shirt of her school uniform she settled further down into the fresh grass, the cool morning dew wetting her naked thighs.

Why did the other girls have to be so mean to her? They showed no sympathy when they teased - though 'tease' is a gentle word for the abuse she endured. They loved the fact that she, now eighteen, had been repeating her eleventh year of school for the second time. They called her 'stupid', or worse. The fact was that she was no dumber or smarter than any of them, but she was well behind in her grades because of all the classes she'd miss, unable to face the cruelty of her classmates. It added insult to her injury that the girls mocking her were now two years her junior. It didn't even matter any more that these younger girls didn't understand why they teased. They were simply imitating the treatment Jessica would receive from her original rivals, who had already graduated. At their school, shunning Jessica was 'a thing'. The teachers and administration noticed, but cared little.

She was not a very fortunate girl at all. Her life may have been very different in a more 'normal' school, but that was a privilege she could not enjoy. She, like all of the other girls, was an orphan. Without families, the girls of St. Vincent's Roman Catholic Girl's Orphan Secondary formed extremely tight bonds, and in turn their rivalries were just as intense. If she had family, maybe she would have learned the confidence to stand up for herself, and mistreatments such as the ones she was subjected to would have not came to fruit.

If there were boys in the school also, maybe she would have been treated differently and felt some sort of self worth. The shunning and ostracization she received really boiled down to one unfortunate circumstance: intense jealousy, on the part of the other girls. In Jessica's almost all-female environment she didn't fully understand this, but it was indeed the case.

The teasing began at the onset of puberty. At the age of eleven, seemingly overnight, Jessica became taller than the other girls. Breasts appeared on her chest. She began to bleed from places the girls didn't yet realize they were supposed to. She was growing too much too soon and was singled out for this. As the years passed and the girls became young women the situation further soured. They would call her words like 'slut', 'bimbo', and worse, because they were jealous for how she had grown to be so exceptionally and effortlessly beautiful. A radiant gem in a sea of averageness.

She rose to her feet slowly, brushing a blade of grass off of her knee, straightening and adjusting the school uniform that fit her so unflatteringly. Slender figured at a height of 5'5", the dress shirt was a couple sizes too big for her, but it was the only size that she could button up around her bosom, which had recently overgrown her DD cup bra. "Balloon-tits", they sometimes called her.

At that moment she felt someone's eyes upon her, a stranger's gaze from beyond the school's chain link fence. Oh, how she detested the stares of strange men. Construction workers who yelled things almost as offensive as her classmates would. Young men who said nothing, but their eyes spoke lecherous volumes. It made her feel so strange, so dirty. She scanned the fence, finally finding the person she had detected. To her surprise it was a woman, dressed proper and business-like, yet not boringly. She held a briefcase, and also had a small purse tucked against her side.

The woman smiled warmly at Jessica. Jessica blinked a moment, then shyly gave a tiny wave of her hand. She seemed to chuckle, then with a flick of her wrist beckoned Jessica over to have a word with her. Jessica did so, beginning to blush deeply at the state she was in: cheeks tear-stained, nose running a little. She felt only more self conscious for the way her breasts bounced with every step, those gravity defying oversized orbs a subject the others had conditioned her to be ashamed for.

"Hey darling. What's the matter? It's far too nice a morning for tears," the woman said. She spoke soothingly, and her voice was rich and gentle. He

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