Stupid

"When you blush, one can almost mistake you for a real girl," Gabriel said, giggling. "Don't get yourself in a fit. I am just seeing if you are sweating. Don't get violent over me taking notes! You beast."

"Asshole," I said, reaching over the table as I drew a knife and slashed his book.

"Bitch! What are you doing? I had more than just the notes from today in there!" he shouted.

"Serves you right!" I said grinning before looking back at my salad. Glancing at him, he was looking at his book that was crumbling from my angelic energy; my knife had penetrated into the book. Served him right, but it didn't exactly help my problem. I took a deep breath. God would help me. God would save me.

There was no strategy to this curse. Just like any battle of staminia I needed to shut up, get down, and push. Slow and steeady but never stop. So that was what I did. Fork in hand. It seemed to related to each gulp. So I tried to take as big of bites as I could. I tried to lean into like a drum like rhythm to it.

Gulp. Clench. Hold. Pause. Breath. Bite. Repeat.

Each cycle my thinky thing got weaker and my legs and tummy got more tireder but as long as as I didn't stop. I could win. That was the important part.

Gulp

"Ohmmhnmmn," I moaned a bit. Last bite. Legs hurt but done! I win! I just wanna curl up and lay down for a while. Maybe a nice warm bath, or cold bath. What is ever better for my tummy. Angel gift... cold compress, then heat later. Got it.

"Forgot your cake?" the guy next to me with blue hair said.

No! No! No more! God please! I... I don't my poor clitty can't take any more! I... but I told God I wouldn't act strange.

A cadet sat down. "Sir Gabriel, you will never be successful with the lady angels if you make fun of their weight," she said.

Ah! My savior! I picked up the strawberry cake and looked at him. "If you think I am fat. You can have it then," I said as I threw it in his face. I tried to stand up. It was difficult but I managed. Shit, the chair I was in was soaked. I just tipped over the glass of water near my seat.

"Lady Cassie!" the cadet asked.

I put my hand up. "It... is fine," I said as I spread my wings out. "I will go clean up."

Thank you, God, for wings. I took off a second later. Even with my wings, moving still hurt. My poor clitty was so swollen and sore. That fucking demon! Fucking Lucifer! Gaaaah!