Another day has come. Today she is free, and not busy for once. She likes having free time to herself but it bores her so. Maybe she should head home and sleep, just like how she does when she meets boredom. Maybe she should get some fries on the way home too.
As thoughts race across her mind, she spots familiar blonde locks. And she tries to turn and walk away, but unfortunately for her, the other notices her futile attempt to escape. So she has no choice but to turn back.
”Ah, and you are still annoying as the time where we last met.”
Every miniscule detail of the former idol permeates pores of fair skin with pure, liquid rage. Livid, infuriated, beside herself with hatred. From ratty, obnoxiously cyan hair to a fat and unseemly bust to plump thighs and unflattering lower limbs. Not to mention the other’s wretched outfit, seemingly cobbled together from the contents of her closet at random. The mere sight of the McDonalds logo on the girl opposite her’s oversized jacket causes nausea to boil in the pit of her stomach. Disgusting.
"Have you ever even heard your own voice? Talk about shrill. My ears are near bleeding.”