Biff woke up with the sun on the wrong side of the bed, and once he looked around, saw that he was in a different room in a different house. This house was on the otherside of town. By another school.
He was for the most part the same Biff he had always been, muscular, tall and athletic,' but there were signs that all was not the same, and what told him that was his closet in which sat a jersey which said "Northfield High." Biff hated Northfield. They had cheated his school out of a victory last' year by cheating. They were known cheaters, and they got away with it too! And sure enough there were three trophies on his desk which proclaimed him a winner. And he felt pride that he had these trophies, and felt no shame at having them, no matter how he had got them. He didn't care, he just liked that he had them. "Fuck Southridge High" he thought, though that meant a betrayal of all his friends and teammates, of Sarah. He wasn't for them anymore, he was for Northfield, if that meant winning. He got up, did some push ups and took some pills he shouldn't take. Then he went to school at Northfield.
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Gladys woke up and rolled over and kept rolling. She hated how fat she was. She was once 210, but overnight had gained another 100, growing even more. She could barely sit, it hurt to breath, she felt like shit,' but that was her and she didn't care. There was one thing in life that brought her joy. She picked up the phone and she dialed a number.
Sarah picked up.
"Just calling to say fuck you, you strange fat piece of lard! I know why you are a lesbo, because no guy would ever love you."
"Who is this?" Asked a freaked out Sarah. "Did you do this to me"
"You did it to yourself you piggy." And Gladys hung up. It felt good to be mean to Sarah, to call her names. It made her feel like a bigger person. And in many ways she was.
