Page 9 of Massacre Monday
Maybe Oz was right.Worn out after a restless sleep, my body is tired from dreams so intense, it’s like I had an MMA match last night. I hurry to the mirror to scan my face. My upturned nose has a dusting of freckles from the summer sun, and my hazel eyes are still in my head. All my teeth are there, too.
In my nightmares, I was beaten so badly, everything was rearranged. Then my molars kept coming out inside my mouth until I’d choke on them.
Evie
itz move in day bytches!
Valencia
I can’t wait to have you all in the house with me. You’ll finally understand how annoying Evie is.
Evie
And how boring V is
Amelia
Im bringing cupcakes!
Evie
Pippi better bring her A game for Massacre Monday – itz up first this year.
Valencia
Do some fucking stretches, P. Literally. Stretches for fucking.
Amelia
I’m not ready…
Evie
ur not ready? At least ur not carrying a v card like miss pure pipsies over there
Valencia
You should have fucked Mitch this summer, Pippi. It’s going to hurt if you get caught.
Me
I’m not getting caught
Evie
that’s my girl
In the back of my mind, I do have a slight bit of concern that I haven’t prepared enough, but those fraternity brothers have nothing on me. I’ve trained with my fatherandmother my entire life. Not only in mixed martial arts, but ballroom and ballet, jazz, and tap, too. Was on the track team and cross-country team in high school. If anyone is making it to the finish line untouched, it’s me.
I’ll earnSigma Lambda Psithe points we need to win the coveted Lunar Chalice.
Gwen
Hey, P! Don’t forget to bring the fairy lights. We’re still doing blue and silver for SLP, right?
Me
Yep! I’ll bring them. Miss you and can’t wait to see you!
