Hi. My name is Angela, I’m 15 years old, 5'5"/1,65m, and (so people say) stunningly attractive with a 42"/107cm bust (and my friends say I’m really lucky, ’cos as I look a lot older, I can get into any night-club). Anyway, one day, when I was walking home from school, a man glanced at my boobs and smiled at me. I didn’t think anything of it at the time and smiled back, but an Abuse Counsellor came to the school to talk to us (and I really didn’t like her, as she reminded me of Dolores Umbridge from my ‘Harry Potter’ books), and asked us if any man had ever approached us in a sexual manner, no matter how small. I only casually mentioned this - more as a joke than anything - but she said that I’d been Sexually Violated and pressured into smiling back.
     Anyway, the Police came and I gave a description to the sketch artist, and it was on the telly and in the papers, saying about Sexual Violation of a Schoolgirl. They eventually caught the man (and I'm SO GLAD, ’cos I didn’t want this predator out there, ready to strike again) but I was confused at first, as the person they caught was a 19 year-old black guy, and the man in the street had been a middle-aged white guy, but a really nice lady from the Police came and explained that this man was a “Master of Disguise”, and was wanted for a chain of similar offences, so I signed the paper to say that it was him, as I didn’t want him to carry on attacking others.
     I don’t think people understand how predators like him can wreck a person’s life, but I’ve stopped using make-up now, I don’t go out after dark, and I’m frightened of men — but there is a slight up-side to it all, as the sports-mistress has told me that men aren’t the only answer, and she thinks I’m very special, and that the way to get over trauma is to have deep meaningful and comforting hugs with new friends. I’m so pleased – she’s even arranging for me to stop over with her at her house next weekend. I’m sure I’ll be better soon, now!

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