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Cruel Intentions: The Finale (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


“Tina, what do you have to say about your behavior?” the principal looked at her as if she were contaminated.

“Mr….” Tina tried to interject.

“How disgusting is it for a young woman like yourself to be destroying your body in such a manner,” the principle got up from his desk and walked towards Tina. “I see no other choice but to expel you.”

The new boy was peering with a grimacing face from the hallway, pleasurably watching Tina’s demise.

“But, Mr….” Tina tried to interject again.

“I’ve notified your mother and your father,” the principal walked behind Tina and rested his hands on her shoulders.

“Please, not my father! Look, let me help you,” Tina begged.

“Excuse me? How would you help me?” the principal asked.

Tina turned around and looked up at the principal seductively. She began rubbing the crotch of his pants. The principal jumped back embarrassed.

Tina screamed, “Help!”

The secretary rushed into the office of the principal.  “What’s happening?!”

“He told me that if I went down on him. I wouldn’t get expelled!” Tina yelled.

The principal looked over to the secretary in shock and the secretary looked back at the principal, then at Tina.

“Young lady, you’re done,” the secretary shook her head.


“Tina! Open this fucking door!” her father banged on the bathroom door.

Tina looked into the mirror of her bathroom with tears in her face. She looked through the cabinets of the bathroom, searching for an escape, any escape.

“Tina!” her mother’s voice shrieked.

“Tina, I’m going to get you!’ her father added.

Tina found some bathroom cleaner and she looked at it seductively. It was her escape. She opened the bottle and drank it down quickly. She began to vomit but it wouldn’t stop. It was painful. Tears flowed from her eyes and as she stared at the mirror, blood coming out her mouth and nose. Her father finally bust through the door, with her mother behind him. But, it was too late, Tina was dead.


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