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The school bell rung loudly as the halls crowded with students leaving their classrooms, all ecstatic that school was finally out.
Sydney Ripsom was there, a stone cold expression as she pushed her way through the crowded halls. "They cut the tip of his dick off." She over-heard someone say, the red-head cringing and moving away so she didn't hear any more of the conversation.
She kept going until she reached the girls bathroom, entering swiftly and going into the stall closest to her. She could smell cigarette smoke from another stall, but ignored it and took out her own pack of Marlboro from the pocket of her black leather jacket.
She took a cigarette out and dropped the, now empty, pack in the bin. She lit the end of her cigarette with the lighter from her shorts, taking a puff and leaning against the wall with a sigh.
Since her sister had gone missing, she had tried to distance herself from her mother. It hurt her too much to see how much pain she was in missing Betty, and she couldn't take it.
Sydney didn't really have any friends she could confide in, all the girls hated her because she drank and swore, used language that would make their parents weep, and boys only ever wanted to get in her pants after Greta started about her being a slut, so she made sure to try and stay away from them, if possible.
Sydney jumped when the door to the bathroom slammed shut, whoever it was kicking the stall right beside hers, the one with the other smoker.
"Are you in there by yourself, Beaver-ly?" A voice grunted, "Or do you have half the guys in the school with you, huh, slut? I know you're in there, little shit. I can smell you. No wonder you don't have any friends."
"Which is it, Greta? Am I a slut or a little shit?" The other smoker hissed, "Make up your mind."
"You're trash." Greta smirked, "We just wanted to remind you."
Sydney heard the ruffle of a bin bag, and stood up instantly, putting her cigarette out with a huff, and stepping out of her stall.
Two other girls, Veronica and Grace, were there too. "If it isn't the devil's daughter herself." Greta snarled.
"Well, if it isn't the devil herself." Sydney snarked, "Hey, mommy, aren't you supposed to be in the underworld or something? Looks like you brought your hellhounds with you, too."
"What are you doing in here, slut?" Greta narrowed her eyes, "Does this bathroom attract losers or something?"
"Looks like it." Sydney shrugged, "I mean, you're in here."
Greta scoffed, not knowing what else to say or do. Sydney had gotten even worse after her sister went missing, she had been given detention for two days after kicking their principal in the nuts when he tried to confiscate her pack of cigarettes.
