These were my friends.
They were the sort of girls that parents referred to as trouble, with barely concealed distain and clenched teeth. Had one bothered take a glance at their early childhood progress reports, one would have found many mentions of disrupting behavior in class and tendencies to talk out of turn.
Most often than not they came from broken homes, where parents were more concerned with raising new kids with new husbands and wives than to spread attention to their existing children.
Left alone to their own devices, they had ways of getting attention in all the wrong ways. Their lunchbox purses always contained nude photography, taken on cheap polaroids by boyfriends who were usually several years older. I never quite understood the appeal of such men, as they tended to be excessively hairy.
One of them would later masturbate on webcam. For some reason unknown to us, the video was later posted the video on the school's web page. Its star actress was promptly expelled.
It was, I must admit, a most interesting visual display. With her ruffled blouse open, revealing her small breasts, and her feet propped up in front of the lens, she rubbed her clit and rapidly fucked herself with a white dildo. Many a high school party culiminated with the viewing of this video, naturally with the volume cranked as loud as could be, so the full effect could be appreciated.
Other friends got in daily cat fights, usually over boyfriends stolen, whether real or imagined. One girl, who I remember being the carrier and infector of head lice to half the fourth grade some years prior, was constantly in and out of some sort of scuffle in the hallways.
They would sit in front of me in class and brag about their first of many tattoos, normally procured from trips to the beach, using some older sister's ID. Their speech was never particularly profound, nor was it original in thought. Mostly it involved what assholes their boyfriends were and how fucked up they'd gotten over the weekend.
The only time they ever approached anything resembling school spirit is when we watched a video that showed five seconds of Kurt Cobain...in response they cheered as though the football team had scored a touchdown.
They were the sort of girls that parents referred to as trouble, with barely concealed distain and clenched teeth. Had one bothered take a glance at their early childhood progress reports, one would have found many mentions of disrupting behavior in class and tendencies to talk out of turn.
Most often than not they came from broken homes, where parents were more concerned with raising new kids with new husbands and wives than to spread attention to their existing children.
Left alone to their own devices, they had ways of getting attention in all the wrong ways. Their lunchbox purses always contained nude photography, taken on cheap polaroids by boyfriends who were usually several years older. I never quite understood the appeal of such men, as they tended to be excessively hairy.
One of them would later masturbate on webcam. For some reason unknown to us, the video was later posted the video on the school's web page. Its star actress was promptly expelled.
It was, I must admit, a most interesting visual display. With her ruffled blouse open, revealing her small breasts, and her feet propped up in front of the lens, she rubbed her clit and rapidly fucked herself with a white dildo. Many a high school party culiminated with the viewing of this video, naturally with the volume cranked as loud as could be, so the full effect could be appreciated.
Other friends got in daily cat fights, usually over boyfriends stolen, whether real or imagined. One girl, who I remember being the carrier and infector of head lice to half the fourth grade some years prior, was constantly in and out of some sort of scuffle in the hallways.
They would sit in front of me in class and brag about their first of many tattoos, normally procured from trips to the beach, using some older sister's ID. Their speech was never particularly profound, nor was it original in thought. Mostly it involved what assholes their boyfriends were and how fucked up they'd gotten over the weekend.
The only time they ever approached anything resembling school spirit is when we watched a video that showed five seconds of Kurt Cobain...in response they cheered as though the football team had scored a touchdown.