science was my savior until i turned 9. i thought i wanted a test tube baby. mix it up, wait and see, break the glass out comes me. k-i-s-s-i-n-g i'm not sitting in that tree. broken glass. science was my traitor after i turned 12. when hormones waged a bloody war. passing notes, hallway fights, call waiting on long nights, k-i-s-s-i-n-g i don't want a pregnancy.