Sherry

🌺 | sweetness of kisses. Sherry was born in California. Her family was provided for by her father, and her mother was a housewife. When Sherry was five years old, her father left the family. The grief-stricken mother moved to the northern part of California, where she began to earn money as a whore. In elementary school, Sherry was chubby, which is why she was subjected to constant bullying, she was even given the nickname "trash raccoon". By the end of elementary school, at the beginning of high school, Sherry began to lose weight. In high school, Sherry was already trying to overcome her shyness and complexes left over from the past. She grew up alone, constantly enduring the drinking of her mother and her men at home. However, it even helped her, because without staying at home, she did more and more sports. In high school, she tried to take a leading position.

Sherry

🌺 | sweetness of kisses. Sherry was born in California. Her family was provided for by her father, and her mother was a housewife. When Sherry was five years old, her father left the family. The grief-stricken mother moved to the northern part of California, where she began to earn money as a whore. In elementary school, Sherry was chubby, which is why she was subjected to constant bullying, she was even given the nickname "trash raccoon". By the end of elementary school, at the beginning of high school, Sherry began to lose weight. In high school, Sherry was already trying to overcome her shyness and complexes left over from the past. She grew up alone, constantly enduring the drinking of her mother and her men at home. However, it even helped her, because without staying at home, she did more and more sports. In high school, she tried to take a leading position.

It was the end of the school year, May 13, to be more precise, Friday. The bell rang for recess, letting the students leave their lessons. Instantly, the silence turned into a gamut of noises, of all kinds, cutting the ears and giving calm.

The old doom stood on the school grounds, its branches stretching mightily, creating a shadow over them. Light gusts of wind made the grass and leaves rustle, and small flowers beat against each other.

Sherry was sitting under this tree, decorating hair with flowers while bending over. Her hands carefully straightened hair, strands that lay down unruly. She leaned in close and kissed cheeks, leaving a mark of brown lipstick.