that sulky girl’s same damn skirt

She’d forgotten about the math test. Fuuuuuuuck, she thought. Fuck I’m gonna fucking fail. Mzzzzzzzzzz Taylor’s gonna have a field day with this. She‘d been calling Ms Taylor “M💤 Taylor“ for about a week and a half at this point. That rotten bitch, she thought to herself. She thought she was so smart when she came up with it. Stupid fucking boring ass math class.

Ms Taylor passed out the math tests. She always walked through all the rows to make sure the kids weren’t doing anything fishy. When they were, she liked how it felt to tower over them while they were sitting, and call them out on their bullshit. Ms Taylor was short af.

Motherfucker! That sulky girl with that weird speech problem has the same goddamn skirt as me, Ms Taylor was pissed now. She’d noticed it when Maddy had walked in. She’d literally just bought it the day before. She’d spent hours in the store and it’d been the only thing she’d thought really represented the date vibes she’d had in mind, that she’d seen, that she could afford.

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Ms Taylor’s apartment building smelled like body odor soup again.

“Fuuuuuuuck!!!! That sulky little same skirt wearing ass biatch!“ she screamed once she‘d taken off her boots and closed the apartment door.

“Well it’s not like your style is very unique.” She heard her neighbor yell in response.

The walls were thin and both of them had become pretty familiar with each other. It’s true, Ms Taylor thought. Her neighbor was actually right a lot of the time. It was really annoying, but also comforting. Not as annoying as Maddy though. Why does this bother me so much, she wondered. Probably cause she’s so bad at math, she decided. Or maybe I’m weirdly putting way too much pressure on this skirt for whatever reason. She stubbornly decided not to return the skirt. It fits REALLY well, she thought.

Ms Taylor proceeded to change out of her stupid teacher clothes. Stupid teacher clothes, she thought to herself. If that sulky bitch goes full on slut goth I’m gonna fucking lose it.

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Bill was getting ready for the date when the phone fell off the kitchen table. He heard the thud from the other room and decided to ignore it. Oh yeah, well screw you Mittens, he thought. Mittens was ruthless. Mittens was also outside and had had nothing to do with the fallen phone.

Bill found out 20 minutes later his brother had called and texted so many times the phone had skipped it‘s way along the edge of the table, past the giant pile of mail and onto the floor. There wasn’t gonna be any date. Shit, Bill thought. Now I have to buy more deodorant tomorrow, and I smell nice now for no reason.

Bill’s brother had somehow gotten himself dropped off outside the hockey rink three towns over to the west of their house. A girl named Maddy was screaming her head off in the parking lot as Bill pulled up. She was on the opposite side of the lot than his brother, and came running up to the car as Bill was parking. She was wearing the shortest skirt he’d seen on a human in real life in a very long time. Bill remembered that he smelled nice and smiled as he said “hi.”

“Geez Bill did it take you long enough?” His brother got in the front seat. “Just fucking get in Maddy, it’s not that big of a deal.” Maddy told Bill she wanted to get dropped off at the library. The library was on the way back to their house so Bill said “okay.” Maddy doesn’t really seem like the library type, Bill thought. She wasn’t. She liked the hot dog place across the street. She was also madly in love with Bill’s brother and all the screaming seemed to have somehow worked up her appetite.

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Ms Taylor found out the date was off when no one showed up even remotely fitting Bill’s description. I guess I’ll just return the skirt, she thought.