The first thing you notice is her soul is dead. Estacy's gait is heavy with aggression as she stalks across the locker room. Her eyes are wide open and hot. "You know you're stinking up the whole room!" she yells at Emily. She stood as tall as she could, undoubtedly in love with her own profane mind. Her slick black hair parted down the middle falling down past her shoulders. Her eyebrows are thin with a lot of angle in homage to her naca roots. Her lips look so bitchy I think they might reach out and punch Emily on their own. Emily sits still on the bench, her head hung in fear. Estacy is relentless, first stepping on Emily's shoes and then ad hom; "You have a stupid haircut. I bet your mom cuts your hair, doesn't she puta?" I stand watching motionless just a few feet away, hoping I'm more invisible than Emily. When Estacy is done tormenting Emily she leads her pack past me out of the locker room. Nancy, the only ghetto asian of the crew, stops in front of me glaring with her black fervid eyes. She gives a heinous grin as she gropes my breast and shoves me hard against the locker before she storms after Estacy and her crew.
I'm going to enjoy watching them grow up into nothing.
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