It’s afternoon break and a chill wind passes over a small collection of girls. The vast science block looms over them and yet, even with the school wall only a couple of metres from the windowless lower floor, the wind whips the girls’ hair and causes those gathered on the edge of the semi-circle to cross their arms over their thin shirts. Anna stands in the centre and is the only one who faces north. Five girls stand before her, one close enough to give the impression of intimacy. Yet it’s not romance that brings the girl to such close proximity. Spit flies off her lips as she sneers at Anna, throwing words and hate at her tears and the lines of black that run from her eyes. Anna is alone against this congregation of abuse, torment and simmering violence. The air, stirred by the wind of an autumn day, seems heavy with tension and the recollection of similar encounters places Anna on edge, anticipating the moment the words become sticks and stones.
“You fucking fat slut, why don’t you just fuck off, go the fuck away. Fucking whale.”
“Back to the ocean.”
“Hahahahaha.”
“God I fucking hate you Anna. I really, really hate you. Your fucking fat ass, you fucking slut, fucking lesbian. You probably enjoy this, me being so fucking close.”
“She fucking stinks as well.”
“Smells like fucking Maccas, the fat slut.”
“You fucking do as well Anna, you smell like fucking shit you fat slut. Oh Anna. I’m so sorry, did I make you cry? Did I make you cry you fucking freak. God I’m gonna be sick any minute, just being this close to you, I feel all greasy. Don’t you girls? Don’t you feel the fucking fat and grease pouring off the fat bitch?”
“Eww, it makes me feel sick just to look at her. God, look at her face, it’s so fucking ugly.”
“It’s true, Anna. Look at yourself. Someone sure fucked up when they made you. Fuck, your mum and dad must have wanted to exterminate you when you came out of your fucking slut mum’s fat pussy. They must have thought what the fuck is this? It’s not a fucking child, it’s some fat piece of shit.”
“Ha, maybe she came out her mum’s ass ...,”
“No, Anna came out her dad’s, her fucking queer dad’s cum fucked ass. She slid out on all the fucking cum that’s pumped up there by her fucking mum.”
“Isn’t your mum a hermaphrodite, Anna? Didn’t she fuck your dad up the ass and then you popped out eight hours later, all fat and fucking ugly?”
“Hahahahaha.”
Just ...
“What the fuck did you just say you fucking slut? What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Please, just leave me ...
“Just ..., fuck you up the ass? Is that what you just fucking said to me you fucking slut, you fucking ugly beast. Fuck I hate you Anna, I hate you so fucking much. Why don’t you just go and kill yourself, fucking jump off the Bridge, do us all a favour.”
“Macca’s will be gutted.”
“Hahahahaha.”
“Yer but us, we’d be so happy if you did. If you just fucking crawled off and died. It’d make me so fucking happy Anna, so fucking happy.”
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Wants, Tightrope, Spilt Milk
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