Britney is at the beach

“That fucking bitch!” Britney screamed. “I hate her so much. I just want to wrap my hands around her neck and strangle her.”

Britney stared at the red spray paint that spelled out WHALE on her car. Unfortunately there was no way to prove who it was, but Britney didn’t need to guess. It was always Lauren. “That’s okay, I can get this fixed,” Britney said. “For now I just want to relax and suntan my body.”

Britney sighed as she grabbed her beach bag and made her way to the beach which actually wasn’t too far from her house. She found a spot on the sand that was open and put the towel down. She sighed as she put her sunglasses on and laid down on the towel. She laid face down as she grabbed the strings to her bikini and tugged them off exposing the back to avoid tan lines. She kept her bottoms on not interesting in mooning everyone that walked by.

She sighed as she rested her head on the towel and closed her eyes. She let her shoulders rise and fall as she relaxed her body.