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A Recipe for Pain -4-
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Of course, he didn't and we set to work on our research paper. We had been assigned Neopaganism. It was basically an extension of Wiccan. To my suprise, he actually worked instead of playing solitaire. We only talked if he asked me a question. The bell rang and we walked to class. Choir. I hated choir. not only did we have to sing ridcoulous songs, we had to dress up in these awful outfits for performances. Now, normally, I'm not big on fashoin or how I look, but these things were UGLY. they made you look fat, and in the girls' cases, like boys. Not desirable.
Anyway, enough of my ranting. Back to the story.
So, Dante hung out with me for the next few days as we worked on out report. This solicited the very unwanted and unpleasant attention of Ashley Miller. She glared at me, said mean things, "Accidentally"shoved me, knocked my books over. You know, the usual.
It all came to a head though, one day in the cafeteria during break. I was as usual, minding my own business when Miss Ashley walked up behind me and blatantly shoved me, knocking me to the floor and scattering my books and papers everywhere.
"Watch where you're walking, bitch," she snarled. I ignored her and began picking up my scattered belongings.
"Hey, I didn't give you permission to ignore me," She stepped on my hand as I reached for my notebook. Most of the cafeteria was watching now. Including Dante.
"There a problem?" It was Dante, he'd walked up behind Ashley.
"No,"She said simpering at him, "I was just taking care of this . . . trash. Someone really should pick it up."
She said all this looking at him for approval. Dante was silent, as was the rest of the cafeteria, hanging on a rope of bated breath and anticiapation for his words.
"Wow, you are such a bitch."
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kmp please |
