Like Oh. My. God.
Life was like so totally unfair. So like they totally wanted to have this like Has chick join them and she was all like totally for it or some junk, but I mean, really like why would they have someone with them who wore plaid?
And what was up with her like Heidi pigtails or something? Was she like Jewish? She wasn’t sure if it was a cultural thing. Like didn’t they come from Ohio? She like totally didn’t know.
God she was like so fing starving. And that bitch fucking Kitty stole her fucking bran muffin at lunch and that was like seventy five grams of her daily hundred calorie diet and she was like so fucking hungry.
She could totally go for a fucking ding dong right now. Oh my god, like maybe she was like the ding dong, or something? Wow, deep thinking is hard. And who the fuck like cared anyway? I mean from like the moment we’re born, we’re like totally dying and if I have like ten dollars on my charge card, I’m like whatevs, I gotta totally spend it.
And like sometimes she like totally thought her life was coming down around her. I mean the group would never be the same, and they were like all she had or something. She should just like eat a million ding dongs and then hurl.
She’d totally feel better after that. She wondered if they had Snowballs in the cafeteria. She loved Snowballs. Anything pink was like totally in, or something. And so what if they like totally had blood on their hands and sometimes she like totally pictured herself as like a happier version of Lady McBeth.
And a Lady McBeth with better skin and bone structure. And better flexibility; that frigid old bitch like totally needed to calm down or something. It was like totally weird to be like so old and like so nasty or some shit. At least she thought that’s what the play was about. I mean, didn’t they like totally have like make up in those days or something?
Except that her mother was like the town bike so I guess that kind of like made her the crack baby of sorts. And that was like totally weak ass lame. So weak ass lame that she like totally wanted to hurl.
She almost jumped when Khyle stepped up beside her. “This day is like totally weak ass lame.” She said.
Kathy nearly snorted. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“Do you want to go smoke in the girls washrooms and look at how pretty we are?”
Kathy’s spirit’s brightened. If she admired herself and groomed herself, she could leave the trailer she lived in behind her. Kathy wondered if the other girls knew. If they suspected that she almost wasn’t like them, like totally.
“I would love to do that.” She said.
They joined pinkies as they linked down the hallway.
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