Chapter 3

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The students from each section of the school had arrived. Helga, decked out in her dark green vans and a pink unicorn gown she'd found on sale at Walmart, stepped into the room. Her gaze swept around, looking for a potential mate.

Then, she saw her. Noah's gf. She was a beautiful, mature young lady (although Helga never understood what the juxtaposition between mature and young meant anyway). Prancing up to her like a greasy mosquito looking for a food, she stole her water bottle. An act of genuine and sincere hatred. Nothing. Else.

Noah's gf was Noah's gf, before Noah decided that Helga was a better fit. Duh. She had the brains, she had that pink cheek and the ching chong eyes (disclaimer: authors are asian), and she had the smelly and the toenails. She was just...better.

Noah's gf was enraged. The stealing of the water bottle-eth was a ritual only performed for enemies. She repeated the action, yanking Helga's glass of pink sauce out of her hand and pouring it over her head. She then pranced away with the etiquette of a greasy mosquito.

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