by Alexandra Pollard

Created on: May 13, 2009   Last Updated: May 15, 2009

The answer to this question is an emphatic no.

I remember when I first heard about sex bracelets. I watched the news in disbelief, shocked that people were actually buying this.You see, I was a sophomore in high school then. The teenagers they were talking about were all around me, but I had never heard of this happening. But I fluffed the story off, thinking it was probably just a rumor and that it would go away. I was wrong.

The next morning I walked down the hallways of my school, eager to get to class and talk to my friends again after a weekend at home. But something just wasn't right. Being somewhat of a wallflower in high school, I couldn't understand why guys were suddenly paying attention to me. Why were they snickering?Then, I saw one point at my wrist. I was still wearing the jelly bracelets I had worn everyday of my life since about the 5th grade. I hadn't thought of anything when I had put them on, going through the routine I did every morning. I hadn't thought of the story claiming that these were sex bracelets.

I was embarrassed and angry, and it didn't get any better the rest of the day. For the next six hours I had to endure boys and girls coming up to me, snapping my bracelets to see what I would do. People shouted that I was a slut and a whore, asking for obscene favors. My friends did the best to keep people away, but everyone in the school had heard, and they weren't relenting.

It got so bad that the principal called me down to ask me about the bracelets. They told me that I had to take my bracelets and throw them in the trash, they were now against the dress code. I tried to explain that they were from my best friends 5th birthday party and that they didn't mean anything, not wanting to lose the final gift I had gotten from her before she moved away, but he wouldn't have it. He told me if that was true, he would confiscate them and I could have them back at the end of the school year. At this point I was getting teary eyed, so he told me to go down to the counselor's office before returning to class.

I walked the connecting hallway behind the adjoining offices, passing receptionists and teachers, and signed up for the counselor. Sitting down next to another girl, I tried to stop crying. I didn't want to look like a child in front of everyone. So I slumped down in my seat, pulling the hood of my hoodie over my head. A long time passed before I could see the counselor, but finally she called me in. She told me she had talked to the

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