Addicted

Chapter 3 (Kennedy)

        "WHAT THE FUCK! YOU AREN'T KENNEDY!" Renee screams at Kristina after she finishes fighting off the Lindsays.

        "OH MY GOD! YOU AREN'T SAXON! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME YOU BEANIE WEARING GNOME! I CAN'T BELIEVE OUR OFFICE SUPPLIES ENTERTWINED!" Kristina yells back, proceeding to go make out with Saxon.

        Renee grabs my boobs and throws me onto the blue couch. Suddenly our mouths are pressed together and we're kissing. Renee will not let go of my boobs. Her nails are growing hella fast and turning into miniature chainsaws. Those chainsaws are rusty! I can't have that on my boobs! Oh lord help me please cleanse the chain- HOLY SHIT MY TITS ARE BECOMING DISASSEMBLED! BOOB PIECES ARE EVERYWHERE! WHAT IN THE DAMN HELL!

        Please lord revive the life of my wonderful tits because that is the only thing in life that I cherish besides watermelon seeds and Renee.

        My boobs are intact again and the remnants are no longer splattered on the wall. Renee's nails are normal again and she's no longer grabbing my boobs because I put stop signs on them. Now, Renee uses her hands to put purple hair chalk in my hair. The hair chalk is made of natural ingredients, mainly human feces. It contains no dye and no other ingredients. I love nature.

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My hair is now completely purple. Renee is now laying on the floor counting the stars. We're inside, so there aren't any stars. Renee's just high as fuck still. I lie next to her and count the imaginary stars with her.

        Renee points upwards. "A shooting star! Make a wish!"

     The shooting star hurtles down at us in a ball of burning gas and flames. The entire house explodes from this fragment of a star. Kaylon catches on fire. All she does is jump up and down, trying to shake the flames off of her incomplete, no tit body. This dumbass has never heard of stop, drop, and roll.

        Kelsie flies over where the burning house is, holding a giant pink water balloon. She bites the rubber of the balloon and it explodes, the water putting out all of the fire. Saxon waves her wand and the house is completely rebuilt and normal again. We all walk to the nearest hot dog stand to celebrate our successful game of beer pong. Renee drowns her hot dog in horse raddish and proceeds to bite into the soggy meat and bun. We hear a loud crack as her teeth break the sausage casing of the hot dog. A cheep sounds from the interior of the sausage, and a wet little baby chick shoots out of the dog. It stares into Renee's eyes and smirks. The reflection in the little bird's eyes is now flames, and its face turns red as it tilts its head back and out of its mouth comes evil hysterical laughter. The chick's tiny wings flap slowly and it rises into the air, still laughing. The sky turns red and the clouds are now black and thunderous, and a light beam shoots around the laughing bird. A sonic boom occurs as the baby chick disappears and the sky returns to its normal state.

        We shrug off the strange event and finish our lovely hot dogs that we bought from a one-legged man who wears an eyepatch. Kristina loves eyepatches. We didn't see who sold us the hot dogs until now because the streetlights hadn't turned on until this moment.

        "Fuck yeah," Kristina exclaims when she sees the bearded man's eyepatch. Kristina is so delighted by his jewel-encrusted eyepatch that she snatches it off of his face. A black goop slowly spills out of his eye socket.

        "HOLY SHITFUCK IT'S ENDOPLASM! EVERYONE LEAVE BEFORE THE SPIRIT POSSESSES ONE OF US INSTEAD!" Kaylon screeches, her arms flailing around as she runs circles around us.

        The one-legged man with the beard smiles to reveal his gold teeth. He falls to the ground in a heap as the spirit leaves his body. Suddenly, I am no longer in control of my body, but, for some reason, all of my senses still work. It feels as if I am watching a movie from my eyes. 

        "Kennedy what the fuck," says Renee. I see that the spirit inside of me has placed my foot atop Renee's hand.

        Saxon stares at me. "Nae, she's possessed. Get the fuck away from her," She says, grabbing Renee's arm and dragging her away from me. Renee begins to sob and reaches for me with her free arms, but everyone, besides me, is now in the Starbucks next to the hot dog stand. My body is left out here alone.

        Voices float throughout my head; the spirit, I'd assume. It's telling me to leave, to get out. My vision slowly fades to black as I lose conciousness.