"Pass it here!" Allison Parker yelled out. Her arms pumped as she ran as hard as she could. Her mom and dad had managed to get time off work to finally see one of her games! She wanted to score and show them how good she had gotten.
She was tall for her age, and a bundle of energy. Her red hair looked wild, but she didn't care. She smiled, and though missing a tooth from taking a soccer ball to the face she felt pride.
Allison Manning rolled her eyes at the sappy scene before her play out. Samantha thought those crocodile tears would work on anyone with half a brain. That fat old bitch McGill was buying it hook, line and sinker.
Allison Manning was a spiteful girl. She looked and spoke like a punk, wearing torn jeans and a purple tank top under a black leather jacket. Her ears were loaded with piercings, more in her nose, lips and cheeks. Her black hair was long on one side with purple dye at the tips, the other half of her head shaved.
"I fucked up and got pregnant, feel sorry for me." Was all Allison could hear. It was Samantha's own fault that she spread her legs and got knocked up. Everyone knew she was a repressed bitch who whored herself for a night and missed her birth control.
"They aren't happy, but they don't believe in abortion...and neither do I so...I wanted a family someday, I just wish I'd...been more responsible, you know?"
Allison couldn't believe that shit. Little miss morals proved how irresponsible she was and had the audacity to whine and wish she had done better? Yeah, when you can't back out and have to live with your mistake it isn't fun. Served the slut right.
"Can you believe her? Get over yourself." Allison scoffed.
"I know, she makes me sick." Barb Donovan rolled her eyes as McGill offered Samantha a hug. It made her want to puke.
Barb was dressed similarly to her friend, but where Allison was tall and lanky she was short and squat. Barely five foot Barb was a short stack with chunky thighs, a wide fat ass, flabby belly and huge tits. Her wild blonde hair was teased up, and her black eyeliner and makeup stood out in contrast.
She couldn't wait to get out of here and ditch school for the record store with Allison. A friend of theirs had given her a key to the back room, where she planned to give her girlfriend a reminder of how good her curves were while they listened to music and smoked in peace.
Barb would never have believed that several minutes beforehand she was Barbara Jones, treasurer for the PTA. That she had been a sixty three year old patiently waiting her turn to go over what their finances were. That she was a boring old woman who spent her days drinking tea on her porch while listening to vintage records.
