Your alarm buzzes shrilly, waking you from a wonderful dream where you had a boyfriend and all the women in your life didn't regard you as food. Grumbling bitterly, you roll over and slap the offensive device until it shuts up. You lie still and gather your thoughts. It's Wednesday. That means you have to go to school. Damn. The girls at St. Olga's take "Hump Day" very seriously; you can't wave your arms on a Wednesday without bumping into two fat schoolgirls making out. You, too, have been the object of your classmates' ... affection many times, and have even gotten detention several times for being caught with your face buried in a fat girl's pussy.
But you sigh. You gotta go to school, and that's the long and short of it. You roll out of bed, cover yourself with your hands out of habit--your mom forbids you from wearing clothes at home, ever--and make your way into the hallway. As you head for the bathroom, you hear the shower running. Oh, great. Whether it's Kate or your mom, it's going to be forever before the shower's free again, and you might even miss the bus. No, if you want to shower, you'll have to share it with whoever's in there. That usually means owing them a favor, which seldom works out well for you. You sigh again, and put your hand on the doorknob.
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