Girl

I was with these so-called

"Groupies" never start anything.

That's ridiculous for me,

unreachable stars to cross,

pseudo-religious madmen,

who are willing to

for a single glance,

a single word or a touch

by a stranger totally surrender.

This stranger seems to be the key

to a different world.

I could never say

what fascinates me more,

the groupies themselves or the people

which they adore.

The focus was on the road

signs of life everywhere.

I'm probably going too fast,

to see them. Well.

And then one day I'm

turned into the street groupie.

And I, Andrea Marr,

would become a groupie.

I grew up here. Porter City.

Here, everyone still has hopes.

Here everybody has dreams.

Here, each 'a band.

This is my neighborhood: West Hills.

Here's are not that many bands.

And here I am.

Well, what can I say?

I can not help it.

I'm at 18

Everyone says how beautiful I've become.

What irritates me, however, is

that there are also some who say,

I had become sexy.

The problem is, I think,

I have not changed me at all.

These are my parents.

They wanted to have children.

I think I was just an accident.

Who knows?

In any case, they are too old

for a daughter as a teenager.

Well, we were just in the second Semester

the final year.

For everyone else, a time

of hope and joy.

For me it was sheer torture

Already heard of the Brown?

- Brown? You want to Brown University?

Mr. Jones, I do not know

why should I enroll myself.

The never take me there on.

- Why do you doubt yourself, Andrea?

Again the best work.

- Everything has tits gets, 'ne one.

You have b*obs. What have you got?

Darcy was a good friend,

resents everything that one does not.

Cybil said to have dyed her hair again.

- I had got used to the pink.

I got it yesterday. The hairdresser

has not given much trouble.

But it looks cool. Is not that right?

- Yes.

Richard was shy. I tried

to give him some confidence.

Because I knew exactly

how it looks in it.

Hey, Richard, you're in math but

'Ne written one. I find cool.

Oh yeah?

- Clear.

Sh*t.

Look, my little-boy fags.

Give me the ball again.

Forget it, you ass!

Oh God.

Madness. That was really funny.

But can stupid sayings do not like.

Stay down.

- His conduct was inexcusable.

The bastard had gone too far.

Someone had to tell him.

And that someone was me.

Parker, why do you let them

not just in peace?

Help.

Hey, hello, Andrea.

Our sweet little Andrea.

Did you just say something?

Sound as if you had asked

if you ever on my ...

Shows it to him.

- Hey, guys, okay?

Cybil had the strength,

I would have liked.

She lived her life. And if that one

did not fit, that was his problem.

She was great. I'm never

behind it rose, why did it myself.

Wow, your hair is.

- Yes, I know.

I mean, Sheila was the first time with 14

Sandy was even until 13th

I'm 17 and you are 18th

The national average is 16,

Andrea.

And?

And that's why we should do it at last!

That is why we are so, as we are.

That is why we look, how we look.

What is it?

Am I fat?

No.

I have a feeling that today

the night for us both.

Hey, hey, hey ...

Darcy, are you sure? I mean,

you take over the responsibility for

that we are here virginity?

Responsibility, what do you think?

- I do not know. It's just, Darcy,

We know the guys at all yet.

- I know them, trust me.

You also need to know not one yet,

to make it with him. I mean ...

Are you thinking about who think like that across?

Hey!

Does not look like it.

When we meet again,

We are both women.

Wish me luck.

- Good luck.

Hey, Scott, do you remember who I am?

- Clear.

Betty!

- Darcy.

Yes. And you are from Franklin, right?

- Porterville City.

Yes, I remember.

Well, here I first met

a flock of groupies.

Poor Things.

They would give their lives to

that as a bull-necked,

belching idiot smiling at them sometimes.

- Hi. Did you want to dance?

Yes, so much.

Lhr plays probably just a game.

- The little one is perhaps a point.

Yes.

- What is it called?

Let's be good times.

Your lips are ripe.

Your neck is ripe.

I'm a class above you.

Your head is the most mature.

Wow, suddenly I felt ready,

me of this older, more experienced man

to be led into the land of love.

- Man, in whom everything is ready.

Farewell, unnamed high school chick.

Long live Andrea Marr,

a sexually blossoming young woman.

- I desire you more than anything else.

Mark, we have beer again.

And, you're a wife?

- Not yet.

But Scott said,

that he likes me.

Come now, let's get outta here.

- Only a second.

Ok? Here, you want 'n sip of tequila?

My God, pull yourself together,

you'll soon be a wife.

Oh, such a crap.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh my God, what is that sh*t?

- Very cool. I'm almost finished.

Beat it just!

You disgusting pig!

- Now you 's souvenir.

That's what you want groupies!

Sh*t, I do not believe this.

- Me neither. It was so disgusting.

I can not believe it,

You gave me Scott stretched.

High school chick, parasite,

Groupie. I swore,

This is the name I would never be anyone.

Had I only known then ...

Is late. But it was not my fault.

Excused.

Lies das.

Lhr have opened it?

- Lies.

"We are pleased on behalf of the

College of Brown University ... "

There must be some mistake. Would

my record is not there yet small.

Oh yes, since this terrible thing

happens to me is, I mean,

I've become sexy, it falls

my father difficult to touch me.

To Brown, I?

Wow. How was that possible?

What had I done to deserve this?

I mean, has some 20 minutes ago

so 'n guy above me masturbate.

Mom! Can you bring me another soap?

"Why are we the ambition

has been lost "

Andrea Marr. Would a college girl

so what to write?

Poverty, anarchy and self-doubt

Generation Y.

What I know about poverty?

I'm from West Hills.

So 'n sh*t.

- What did you so 'ne bad mood,

Miss University? If I had known

that they take this year each,

I had also enrolled.

Was kidding.

Is that dirty here.

Not to touch that railing.

Dirt you can find anywhere.

I was tired of my sheltered life.

I had heard

that one under the bridge

at the 12th The narrow ridge road

between homelessness and the Arts

really catches the eye.

I felt myself drawn to.

- Andrea, let's turn.

Oh yes, here I belonged.

- Andrea, what are we doing here?

Look around.

Thanks, I've seen enough.

Hey!

Hi.

- Hi.

Hi.

If 's great days today.

- Andrea, let's get outta here.

Just relax.

This is Derek.

- This is Jonathan.

Hi, I'm Andrea.

- Glad.

This is Darcy.

- Did any of you ne 'butt?

Oh, sh*t, that are here yet

all homeless bum.

They were only recently

Theme in 'nervous talk show.

That's not a homeless person.

- The front man of "The Color Green" Is.

Kalahari?

What is "Color"?

- Green.

Is the coolest band

between East and West Side.

I can not believe it, Todd Sparrow hath

asked for 'Ner cigarette.

Who is Todd Sparrow?

At that moment I realized

that God must be a woman.

For a being as he could not

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