As Herbert entered the bathroom, the smell of smoke filled his lungs. A young girl with black hair, a half-shaved head, and leather pants was smoking a cigarette. She tried to hide it when she saw a tear-stained Jennifer (snitch) enter.
"Hey, Bitch!" The girl said.
Herbert cowered, "Not you too...please I don't need anymore."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Everyone laughed at me...it was just like...all over again..."
"Why would everyone be laughing at Little Miss Popular."
Herbert paused. "Because I'm not Little Miss Popular, I'm not Jennifer. I'm Herbert VanTrinkle!"
"No, fucking way! How?"
"I don't know." Herbert paused again, "Your lucky, people don't laugh at you. People are too afraid of you to laugh."
"Oh, yeah, well, what I wouldn't give to have the same opportunity to be Jennifer and fuck up her reputation. You're kind of lucky too, I guess. By the way, you may call me Mistress Valerie."
With those statement spoken, Herbert felt dizzy again, as did Valerie as they stared at each other in disbelief.
