The Secret Desires of a Gifted Child

Brittney 2-Point-0

After the party it was December, and it only snowed once, and to everyone’s dismay, it quickly melted. Jane became really annoying, saying, “Well, I doubted it would, because as everyone knows, big snowflakes means it won’t last” and pissed a great many people off, including Lucille, who repeatedly thought of what would happen if she humped the life out of Theodore. She didn’t mean to be perverted, honest. It was just the simple innocence of humping someone that struck her as odd, and she did favour him in a very narrow-minded way. She only let Olivia and Jane have a part in her narrow-mindedness. As I was saying, Lucille explored all the options and all the outcomes of what might happen, and where it could happen.

Winter vacation is a good thing, though when it started sometimes Jane wasn’t so sure. What would happen when she came back? Nothing, she knew, would ever be the same, and this was for sure. As I said before, after that fateful party everybody invited matured in a way, but in a really bad high-school-look-at-everyone-perverted way.

“Maybe,” Jane mused to Lucille on the last day, “Brittney’ll come back, and she’ll be so outrageous that everyone will shy away.”

“You mean she’ll look like a real puta? Perhaps. I don’t know whether that’s good or bad, though. Say Theodore embraces it?” Lucille countered.

“No. Teddy’s smart in that way. He’d know.”

I really won’t go on to explain about the attributes of Jane and Lucille’s holiday, because there’s really nothing to explain, truth be told. Lucille sat and went on her computer, and acted like a couch potato, and went on occasional trips to her local library. The library was usually very plain and unappealing, but one day Lucille spotted a very dashing, handsome young ‘lad’. He was in the teen section, though, so she got scared and ran back to the children’s section. Jane spent some time with her family, which was a bit of a bore. Jane’s cats were alone, because Jane had visited her grandparents, so there was a bit of “I don’t care about you” when her family got back.

So then, after much, “Mum, must I really go to school tomorrow?” from either side (both Jane and Luci’s, I mean), finally the Monday that school started arrived with a BANG. Yep, a bang, and here’s why:

Jane and Lucille were in French class, the first period of the day. Ms. Slicer, their teacher, and also the volleyball coach, was calling out the name on the attendance. She finally reached ‘Brittney’, and when she said it, nobody said “Here!” in response.

Lucille gave Jane a triumphant smile. “First day – and just our luck!”

Jane shrugged. “I’m afraid of what might happen.”

“Relax. You’re such a worrier, I’m surprised your rear end hasn’t worn away in all the stress.”

Halfway through the class, however, the door opened.

“Oh, shite,” groaned Jane. Though Jane or Lucille hardly swore, they sometimes did it on special occasions, and in this case, it was hardly swearing. “Luci, look, look.”

“Just a second… What?”

Jane nodded in Brittney’s direction, where she was handing a note to the teacher.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER?” Lucille’s voice was rough from whispering angrily.

Brittney had a tan. Yes, a horrible tan that made her look even more like a harlot than before. With her semi-transparent low V-neck she looked like a triple package offer; ‘Harlot, harlot, three in one deal! Clownish make-up, brightly coloured bra, and ugly tan all in one!’

She went, sat down next to Grew, branched her arms out, and puffed her lips like she had been doing before the break (like a demented duck, remember?).