An article in “I’m a Teen” magazine says her t-shirt was “so last year”. She takes it off and puts it in a black, plastic, garbage bag labeled “Charity Sack” in black, felt- tipped pen, on white masking tape. Poor people don’t care if they’re un-fashionable she thinks and feels pride about giving her out-dated clothes to charity. The school day had finally ended and she was happy to be home and relaxing. Homework can wait. She’s a senior this year and will be graduating in a few months, she felt like she earned the right to “take it easy”. She opens her computer lap-top; it was time to check her “Flitter” website. The latest in social networking, she would have twenty four hour updates of all her friends at school, see new pictures of them, and read their online “Blogs”. Her best friend Kala had not been in school for two days and she was hoping Kala had an up date on her “Flitter” site. Kala hadn’t called or text her either, which was weird because they were best friends forever, B.F.F.s till’ the end. She pulls up her “Flitter’ and the first thing that she notices is her display picture is out dated. She had her hair trimmed since it was taken. This was no good; she had to take a new display picture immediately! She rummages in her purse and finds her digital camera but then it occurs to her that mom had made chicken tonight and she had seconds. She was still feeling kind of full from pigging out and decided she’d wait to take one. She didn’t want to look bloated; the thought of her friends thinking she looked fat sent a chill down her spine. Being considered “fat” would be a substantial reason to commit suicide. There would be nothing worse. Being considered “poor” would be a close second though. Both good reasons to kill one’s self she thought. She’s checking out her friends updates.
Adien: can’t wait to graduate Mood: Stoked
Beverally: Boyfriends suck! Mood: Angry
Samantha: hanging with the family tonight Mood: content
Kala’s page had been updated.
Awesome she thought I wonder what that crazy girl had been up to, I’ve so got to tell her how Mr. Thomas was staring down my shirt, like oh’ my God, so gross” Kala’s update was,
Kala: Get your hand modded homies! Mood: Happy!
Kala also had a new blog entry.
She thought what does “get your hand modded mean?” Kala is so awesome and weird in an awesome way, like oh my God! The title of Kala’s blog was “The Pinkys Passe’” it read… “Hey guys, Kala here. You might have been wondering why I haven’t been to school in two days. I haven’t been sick or anything don’t worry, LOL. I hope you guyz haven’t missed me too much ;) My mom took me to the kewlest little boutique in the mall that does hand modification. Yeah, like, ya’ know that little finger that you never use, some people think it’s all like, OMG cute, well people, The Pinky’s Passe’!!! It’s lame, it’s gross, and it’s out! The boutique cut mine off and I couldn’t be happier. Four fingers are, like, soooo much cuter! It hardly hurt at all too! So, don’t be lame and be walking around with five fingers like an old person, LOLZ!! Go, get hand modification; get that little ugly finger removed!! See you guyz at skewel, XoXo~ Kala <3 “
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“O-M-G!” She said when she finished reading Kala’s blog entry. Her mouths open wide in surprise. She thought, Kala is going to be at school tomorrow looking all cute with her little four fingers and I’m her besty and I’m going to look so dumb walking around with her with five fingers! That is if she lets me walk around with her. It’s too late to go to the mall now, and when I pierced my belly button, mom freaked, so she’d never let me get my hand modded anyway. Kala’s got such a cool mom! I pierced my belly button and there was nothing they could do about it but yell at me and ground me. I’m almost eighteen anyway! I’m almost an adult. If I cut off my pinky tonight, it will have to be bandaged until it heals but the kids at school will see the bandages and know I did it, at least. Her parents are nodding off in recliners, in front of the television when she goes to the kitchen and opens the freezer to get some ice cubes. She gets a plastic bowl from the cuppard and a huge, one of those, “cut through anything” knives her dad ordered off of an info-mercial on television. She dashes quietly back up the stairs, careful not to wake them up. There is a bathroom in her room and she goes in there and closes the door. She puts her right hand in the bowl of ice and leaves it there for a few minutes. While she’s waiting for her hand to go numb, so she can lop off her pinky, she admires the huge knife. She thinks, this thing is so sharp I might not feel anything. She takes her hand out of the bowl and sees it’s almost blue and it’s numb. She lays her hand down on the sink counter with her fingers splayed. She targets the pinky and stares at it. She grabs the knife and puts the blade lightly on where she’s about to cut, she has to get the aim just right, to avoid any messiness. She rears back the knife, takes a deep breath, and swings as hard as she can, bringing down the knife hard! The knife made a loud “Clank” noise against the counter. Her hand seemed un harmed at first but then she pulled it back and the pinky stayed on the counter. She brought her hand up to her face and looked at her mutilated hand. Blood came out of the stump slow and then started gushing like a water-spout. It was coming out fast, deep, thick, red, and almost purple. She stared at it and started getting light headed. The color left her face and she fainted and hit the floor with a thud!
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The next day at school Kala spoke at a conference in the lunch room at a memorial dedicated to her best friend who died of blood loss when she amputated her own pinky in order to fit in. “Guys” Kala said “Remember that this girl was an inspiration to us all and my best friend, she cared enough about her school and you guys, to go to such lengths to prove she had pride and school spirit! Let her be an inspiration to us all! Friends are the most important thing we have and we need to, sometimes, be extreme and go to extreme measures to make sure we fit in and never go against the crowd. We will miss you” THE END.
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