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Judith, your motorcycle is parked behind my car. Can you move it now?
We'll be out in a minute. We're just getting ready for school.
Yeah, we're the popular girls now.
Somehow I doubt that.
No, it's true Bridget.
That's why we're taking so long.
Popular girls take their time.
I don't think it's gonna matter how long it takes to put on a troll shirt. Just hurry.
I have a doctor's appointment. I have one of those dead twin thingies.
We'll be ready when we're ready.
How bout you be ready now or those eight episodes of Pretty Little Liars on the DVR get accidentally
erased.
You wouldn't.
Really? I've been huffing paint with homeless guys behind the Ambica Foods on Metcalfe just
to feel alive. I have nothing to lose.
We should probably get going.
Your sister's so mature.
That's a word for it.
Isn't this so much better now that we're popular?
I know everything feels so different. I hardly even recognize us.
Hey, what's up bro?
Wow!
He gets it.
He didn't even curse at us or anything. Welcome to the new reality.
Hey what's up ***?
So what are we all doing later? Some real popular girl stuff like sex with boys or shopping
with our parents' money?
Ew.
What the *** are you talking about?
You know, us popular girls need to stick together.
Oh my god, you think that just because you won prom queen, you're popular now.
Yeah even I'm not that dumb.
But...but...I gave a blowjay to every boy in school.
And I was watching the door.
So important.
That doesn't make you popular, that makes you a ***.
But Brittnay's a ***, and she's popular.
Yes, but Brittnay's also a cheerleader. It's easy to be a ***.
Super easy.
In order to be popular, you have to combine your whorishness with another talent, like
cheerleading. And the only talent you two have to offer is your mouths.
Actually, I won't have full control of my mouth for another 18 months.
Oh Jesus Christ you're a *** train wreck.
Ugh, seriously, who in their right mind would subject their *** to a cage match with that?
Oh, I don't know, how about- like, um...
You don't know, do you?
No, not at all.
So, if I understand you correctly, you are saying that we are not popular.
The day I hang out with you is the day I floss my *** teeth.
Yeah! Wait, what?
Brittnay, you really should be flossing twice a day. Gingivitis can actually lead to cancer.
It's true. That's how my dad died!
Alright, that's enough of that, we should probably go. It'd be a shame if we skipped
class just to waste an hour explaining to you how the world works.
It's simple science.
Brittnay, I'm going to let you take it from here.
Well, Rachel Tice. It looks like it's that time.
Wha...what time is that?
Time for you to shut the *** up Rachel Tice. If you're done shoving all those dicks in
your mouth, why don't you go eat a roly-poly like you did in the *** third grade!!!
Whoa, I think I'm going to pass out.
Today, you do not get my tears, Brittnay Mathews.
Wait a minute, you ate a roly-poly in the third grade?
I thought it was something else.
Psst...psst... Uh, heard you're having a problem with the cheer squad. Maybe I can help.
No thanks, we already kind of did that.
Yeah, didn't go over too well.
We're just going to go do our own thing now for a while.
Cool cool. Okay.
Later.