Strung

Gadgets, Grease, and Flour

That's a fucked up cake recipe...
~ It's Kinda Gay...? ~ Timothy uses all pronouns. ~

After the riot and her fued with idiots-who-shouldn't-be-named, Timothy is finally seeing her achievements and surroundings more clearly. She's reminded of that by Johnny Vincent and their roboflour child of fuckery...

[Early April] -5th-
Hallways
10:59 AM

"How's our little guy doing, Timothy?" Flour baby project. Everyone in the academy has been assigned a flour baby. By everyone, I'm talking about the older kids. I was paired with Johnny Vincent. For what class? The nonexistent home ec ran by Edna.

Not really, Mr. Luntz had a feud with her. Apparently, she broke one of his favorite broomsticks or something. In addition to that, he's pitched this idea to the biology teacher, Dr. Watts. I've attached a robot to ours. She's not getting a hold of this bag. On that note, that's why he's on wheels. Edna's scaring everyone into giving up the flour bags for her cooking. She's not getting another shipment until I feel like it.

The dreadhead giggled. "Frankie's doing okay. I'm not sure about his legs." It's just a monster truck with a voice chip on it. If the flour baby is hit by something, he will scream. My brother gave me this, he says all its noises are completely random. They sound nothing like a baby.

I think, at some point in time during chem class. I tapped it with my finger to be funny, the damn bitch moaned. Now the rich kids think I'm into exhibitionism or something...

Either way, I got in trouble and everyone has another reason to look at me funny. I'm not fully intact anymore, I just don't have the energy to smile at everyone and wave and be a ray of light. If I ever was to anybody.

I'm at the lockers with Johnny. Our flour child is on the floor, zooming around, tripping people, and scaring kids. "He's tap dancing with Zoe, why?" The remote control is automatic sometimes. I should hurry and fix that. Johnny panned to Zoe. Who's stomping around in her demonias, trying to keep her flour child safe.

Johnny sighs. "I'll go get him..." Timothy leaned on her locker, tweaking the flourbot's remote control. She jolted as something came to her. "Oh! Johnny, grab him from his bottom, I put spikes on the wheels and such!!" I hear Zoe's boots clicking funny as she struts to me with her baby in hand. I glance at Vincent, still trying to grab the flour child. He cocks a brow at me, what I said must've loaded in, by the way, he's squinting at me. "You did what?!?" He blurts out loud in the middle of a crowd.

"That you guys' kid?" She snickers, throwing her thumb over her shoulder and back at Johnny. I nod. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that." Pretty embarrassing. Beatrice and Pinky both walk by staring at us with their kid.

Zoe nudges my arm. "Have you talked with them yet? They really miss you." I shudder at her question. Flattening myself in my locker, this pang of guilt and nervousness strikes me. "No. I didn't know they felt that way." I felt like I got punched in the chest by Russell again.

"Petra, nobody sees you any different. The Preps still see you as their king/queen, Lola and Pinky have a crush on you, the Nerds are posting- Ernest is posting your photos on his wall, fucking... The noncliques, think highly of you. Pete's not even mad for what you think you did. Gary and Jimmy can go suck-

"Okay, okay, thanks I get it..." Lola's into me? I broke up her one-sided relationship, I'm hanging with her ex, and she's not against it? Wait, that's not shocking. When she thought I was just a dude, she wanted to mess with me. But Pinky? I had the fattest crush on her! Until I heard she was inbred. I hope she's found a gal or guy that can break that loop. Gord too. Though they weren't that bad. Gord was friendly and still is. He just needs to stop cornering me into a wall when he wants a boxing partner.