Story of a highschool steriotype (pt. 3)

Krissy shuddered as she walked out into the crisp air, skipping down her front steps into the gentle hum of Reggie’s jeep. “Hey, babe” he sweetly smiled as he put his big hand on her bare, milky white thigh. Her green eyes looked into his hazel fogs. She straightened up quickly, checking her smokey make up and making sure her denim mini-skirt and halter were in order.

She smiled to him as a signal she was ready to roll, he put his hand on the egnition and with a turn of his wrist, they were off sailing on the sea of pavement.

They got to the party at about quarter past 9, Krissy checked her watch. She looked up and waved to a few people, her perfectly manicured nails shining in the dim lighting of the house. She shared a pizza with Reggie and automatically went to the bathroom. Reggie thought nothing of it, it’s what she always did. But once she was in there, she looked in the mirror and started to tear-up. She turned so she was looking at her profile and tried to grab whatever imaginary fat she was searching for. Krissy then reluctantly led herself to the toilet, where she kneeled, stuck her finger down her throat, gagged and from her mouth came the yellow chunks of what she had recently eaten. When she was done she instinctivly whiped her mouth and washed her hand, then continued on with the party.

By hatedoll

a billion brooding souls smashing into oblivion..... that's kind of my life