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Cruel Intentions: Part 4 (James Leland Ludeau-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


                                                                            IV

“Tina! What are you doing in the bathroom!” Tina’s mother called from downstairs. “You’re going to be late for your ceremony!”

Tina was vomiting in the toilet with the sink running so no one could hear. She always threw up after dinner, she rarely ate during the day. She lifted her head up for the toilet, “Stop being a nagging bitch! I’m coming!” She gagged a bit more and then let go of her hair, which she had pulled back.
She picked her knees up from the bathroom floor, went to the bathroom mirror, took some water from the running faucet into her hand, rinsed out her mouth, and wiped it.

“Tina! If you don’t get down here this instant, I will be driving you instead of yourself!” Tina’s mom banged on the bathroom door.

Tina opened the bathroom door and stared at her mother who was staring back at her, “What do you want?”

“I’m getting so sick of your back talk,” her mom continued.

Tina snarled, “If only you talked more to dad he wouldn’t be in my bed.”

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Tina stood in front of the student body to accept her a scholastic achievement award. When her name was called the audience cheered. The boys did a low sounding chant.  A large video projector was playing clips of each student that received an award. Clips of Tina were playing in the background. Then all of sudden the projector stopped. It restarted and it was a video of Tina in the car with the new boy.

“Now flip me over, pull my hair, grab my neck, make me scream,” could be heard as the audience, including faculty watched Tina’s face filled with pleasure as she bounced up and down in her convertible.

Tina turned around as she heard the familiar sounds of her voice and then turned around and looked back at the audience. The boys were laughing and cheering. The girls were whispering to each other. Tina could just make out the lips of the girls.

“Tina is a liar and a slut!”

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