For Crying Out Loud

30: Purple Headed Yogurt Flinger

Sierra's P.O.V.

     Preparations for Graduation were hell. My Mom and my cousin Jewel forced me to buy a dress to wear under my gown. It was a short strapless number. Black, or course, with a pale blue lace sequence. The dress hugged my curves a bit more than I would usually approve of, but I liked it. Plus, it was only like twenty bucks. I bought it, made Jewel's day, and went to bed just to wake up the next morning for school, which I had officially, completely, absolutely, full-on, without a fucking doubt, hated.

     School was full of people either dragging around with their eyes half-opened, or jumping around with excitement of being able to gloat about going to an extravagant college or university. I happened to be one dragging around. Exams had finished early, and there was really no need to be at school unless you were helping set up graduation in the gym. I had promised the twins I would help along with Krissy, Bethany, Traya, and Siana. Amy was also helping, even though she wasn't graduating. I sort of just assumed she was doing it to spite me.

     The school had called the night after prom and recommended I finish out the last week just in case I missed anything. My principal loved me to much; he wasn't going to allow me to actually stay suspended the entire time. Even though I was enjoying my early vacation. The girls were popping questions all over the place, not actually making me work. I really just sat on boxes and played with streamers the entire time. Most of the questions were revolved around me and Jake, which I pretty much dismissed. Traya was the one truly entertaining me. The girl was so board and so curious that it was hilarious.

     "So, like, what exactly is a prick?" She asks. The twins glare at her while the other girls laugh. Usually questions like these were meant for my answer.

     "I guess it's another word for penis." I shrug and laugh as she pursed her lips and actually went into deep thought about it.

      "Like dick?" She asks. I nod my head just as Bethany interjects all serious like.

     "And wanker." She calls. Then before long all the girls are spitting out synonyms for penis.

"Hot beef."

"Sausage."

"Sperm stick."

"Custard Launcher."

"Bazooka Banana."

"Boomslang!"

"Eggroll."

"Groin ferret."

     "What the fuck is wrong with us?" I breathe, tumbling over laughing. All of us are heaving our way back to sanity whenever Amy finds her way over. She coughs all awkwardly and puts her hand on her hip.

     "What's so funny?" She asks. I can hear a growl forming in Bethany's throat.

     "Just thinking about all the things that's been in your-"

     "BETHANY!" We all say together, which shuts her up. I look Amy over, and try not to smirk at the bruises plastered on her face. She ignores me, which makes me want to back-hand the fuck out of her, but I don't. I just stay silent while the twins play nice.

     "We were just joking around." Says Heaven kindly. Her tiny body slouches forward in this adorable way and her glasses are sliding down her nose. She pushes them up and offers Amy a sweet smile. "Did you need anything inparticular?"

     Amy shakes her head, and that's when I know she is only trying to piss me off. It's like she wants another beating. "I was just board." I can't help it. I roll my eyes.

     "So you come to bother us?" I hiss. No one dares to question me, or call me out on my attitude. Amy and I just stare at each other coldly for what seems like hours but is actually mere seconds before she stomps off with a huff in her breath. 

     I roll my eyes and look back at the girls who remain silent. We get to work on the venue, putting up red, gold, and white streamers and such. I even help Bethany put the Banner up, and even though everything is quiet, it's calm. It's nice.

     Afterward, we agree to go out to lunch, finally speaking again and putting plans together to stay in close contact. Most of us know that after a few months we will barely remember each other, but it feels nice to have faith. Hope is going to NYU, so we agreed to meet up over breaks and stuff. We agreed that we'd all meet up one holiday out of each year. I doubted it would circulate, but again, it was nice to have faith. We all talked about our plans and what we hope to achieve while we ate fucking McDonalds. It was relaxing, and I wasn't thinking about everything. I wasn't focused on Jake or Graduation until I took a deep breath and all hit me right there. I looked up at the girls and said something no one had completely admitted.

     "Girls, we are graduating in two days." Then everything went completely silent, but you could see the realization wash over everyone's face. We all just stared at each other, rendered speechless until finally, our good friend Traya lightened everything up.

     "Purple headed yogurt flinger!" She chirped a bit to loudly. Then we all just laughed and laughed and laughed. No one dared to bring up the future after that. Everything became the present, and it was just a bunch of chicks chilling at McDonalds. You see, we all made a mental note:

     The future is a prick.

     No, the future is a purple headed yogurt flinger.

     And we were all currently lesbians in that moment, (though I was the only remotely gay person in the group)

     So, in agreement. We stay away from the topic of purple headed yogurt flingers.

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