Remember that girl who sat in the back of the class, the one that’s not there now?
"Izzy, or what ever her name is? Yeah, I remember her. She tore my gym pants to shreds while I was at volleyball practice last week. I mean, what did I even do to her? I'm sorry that everyone thinks she's a fucking whore for sleeping with at least half the guys in our year. People even say she's slept with Mr Borrel our History teacher, how gross is that?
Oh, and to get her back me and my girls have filled her locker with shaving cream. I can't wait to see her face when she gets back here."
Grace
