We, senior girls, finished putting pacifiers in the freshmen's mouths and waited for Darla to begin. I took one last look at Pink, who just shook his head and laughed at me. This was probably the last thing I wanted to do, but in life, you gotta do a shit load of things you don't want to do.
"Alright, you little freshman bitches!" Darla said, chewing her gum, "Air raid!"
The girls got on the ground and laid on their stomachs.
"That was PATHETIC! Let's try it again."
I walked around and shook my head at the girls.
"That means get up, you lazy little bitches! Get up!" Darla said.
"Get up! You heard her!" I said along with Simone, Jodi, Kaye, and others.
"Air raid!" Darla said as the girls fell to the ground again.
"That was HORRIBLE, you little slut girls, you little freshman sluts!"
I turned to see Don, Pink, and Slater cracking up at this. They seemed to be enjoying the show.
"AIR RAID!"
Darla sighed and put her hands on her hips.
"Well, seniors. We tried, we gave you all a chance, but since you little PRICK TEASES can't follow INSTRUCTIONS! We're just gonna have to try something else, won't we? Seniors?"
We followed Darla to her car and pulled out the supplies from the brown paper bags. I pulled out the mustard and whipped cream while others got things like flour and ketchup. We walked around and sprayed the food on the girls' clothes and hair, making sure everyone got messy.
"Here's a party favor for you!" I said to one girl as I sprayed whipped cream in her hair and got mustard on her shorts and legs.
Next, I helped her up and brought her over to Don, Pink, and Slater. Shavonne already got a girl to propose to Don, and Don was a dick as per.
"Alright. Propose to Mr. Randall Floyd," I said as she sat down.
"Will you marry me?"
"Hmmm, if I say yes, what will you do for me?" Pink said.
"Anything, I guess."
Don whispered something in Pink's ear, and Pink laughed. They continued to have a small conversation until I tapped my foot.
"We don't have all day! Tell us what you want to say!" I said.
Pink managed to stop laughing, and he said, "Go like this."
He opened his mouth and formed the shape of an o. The girl did as he said.
"Do you spit or swallow?" He said, making Don and Slater laugh.
The girl obviously didn't know what he was talking about, so I just lowered my eyes to Pink and gave her a hand.
"Ok, let's go. We're done here," I said, leading her back to the group. Stupid boys.
Eventually, Darla got bored of the hazing, so she and some other seniors went to the car wash. I walked back over to the boys and whacked Don and Pink on the head.
"OW!" Both boys said. Slater started cracking up at that.
"What was that for? That shit hurt!" Don said.
"For being perverts," I said, "At least the hazing wasn't as unbearable as I thought it would be!"
Pink nodded, "It was definitely fun to watch."
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School's Out- A Randall Pink Floyd Story
Short StoryIt's the summer of '76, and it's the day after the last day of school. The car broke down while Wooderson, Floyd, Slater, and Simone were on their way to get Aerosmith tickets. Now, they're all going to have to make new plans.