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While the rest of The Bad Girl Diaries will be in the first person Tabbi can be an unreliable narrator due to her immaturity and the lies she tells others and herself so I thought it would be good to establish some things that Tabbi Stroker won't necessarily be completely honest about in the following stories as well as a more detailed physical description than would make sense for her to narrate herself.
Tabbi turned twelve shortly before the first story in this series. Until recently she was somewhat chubby and occasionally teased about it. After a recent growth spurt redistributed some of her baby fat she's still not a thin waif but people (including people who are really too old to be describing such a young girl that way) are more likely to describe her as "thicc" than chubby and a newfound but very fragile feeling of attractiveness is one of the things that's encouraged her to begin flirting with boys, and occasionally men, finding a sense of control from being able to provoke a reaction from them.
She would never admit it but the other, perhaps larger, factor is that she's a desperately lonely girl who has few friends and whose parents rarely have time for her. Her mother works long hours and often double shifts at the hospital and her step father's work as a contractor has him alternating between being just as busy and dry spells when there's no work where he's home drinking all the time and yelling at Tabbi for various misbehaviors, sometimes even hitting her. Tabbi couldn't explain why even if she were to acknowledge that she were doing it but she often finds herself pushing back against his rules and provoking his anger just to get any attention at all. Lately, despite having no attraction to him whatsoever, she's alternated that with a different form of provocation, trying to flirt with him a little and dressing more revealingly when her mother isn't around. Her thought process is that if she can make him like her more then maybe he'll treat her better. The fact that he treats her mother just as poorly hasn't crossed her mind.
She is supposed to spend alternate weeks with her biological father who lives in the same city but he's often too busy to take her on his weeks and even when he does she often winds up home alone while he works or goes out with friends and coworkers. Some of her misbehaviors are unconsciously aimed at getting his attention specifically.
Tabbi has very recently begun drinking and smoking because she feels like it makes her seem more mature and because the alcohol dulls the feelings of loneliness. Usually this means stealing cigarettes and the occasional beer from her stepfather who has yet to notice but sometimes she gets them from older teens who haven't demanded more than a few kisses and some heavy petting in return... yet.
She likes to be a bit of a tease sometimes, it makes her feel powerful that she can make someone want something from her and then deny it. Intellectually she's aware that she's playing a dangerous game when she does this. It's part of the thrill, like the risk of getting caught when she shoplifts. She's also convinced that it will never happen to her, it's only something that happens to other girls. Prior to the first story the furthest she's gone is giving the occasional hand job through a boys pants and has never seen a penis except as a bulge in someone's jeans.
Tabbi has long deep red hair usually worn in a ponytail or if she's feeling playful a pair of pigtails. Her round face has a sprinkle of dark freckles across the bridge of her nose and the upper part of her cheeks. Her eyes are bright green. Her wide smile still contains a mix of adult teeth and a few baby teeth which she's a bit self conscious about. At school and around her mother and father she dresses like an average twelve year old girl preferring cute pastel colors in her clothing. When she wants to draw attention to herself she'll either wear a T-shirt with a provocative statement on it or something displaying more skin than a girl her age should in an attempt to make herself look sexy that clashes with a girl better described with words like "cute" and "adorable". Most of these clothes were shoplifted from various stores in the mall, some were given as gifts by various "boyfriends" who are far to old for her.
Tabbi's mother is 28, her biological father is 33, her stepfather is 46.