Susan attempts to help

Gina is left holding her ear and sobbing as her mother storms off. Susan tentatively comes out with her's and Gina's backpacks. Seeing Gina like this, normally a bullying terror, reduced to a pitiful whelp, certainly made Susan feel sympathetic.

"I have your bag, we should get going to school." Susan says handing Gina the bag.

Wiping tears and snot away from her face, Gina simply lets the bag fall to the ground. This wasn't right. Sitting here sobbing like some loser just because her mom grabbed her ear. With Susan here to see her, she resolved to stand upand try berating her. That would help Gina feel better!

So she just needed to stand up.

'Lets see, I put my hand here and then put my leg this...how the fuck does standing work!?' Was Gina's thought process. How could she be queen bitch of no-name high when she couldn't figure out to stand head-and-shoulders above her peons!?

Susan watched as Gina squirmed around, flopping this way and that way before Gina asked through gritted teeth, "Help me stand up."

"Of course!" Susan said, offering a hand and grabbing elbow and shoulder to help her tormentor up. Standing up now, Gina did not let go of Susan, she shakily took one awkward step.

"Um...Gina?"

"Fuck me sideways with a rotor snake, How the hell are you standing on such uneven ground?" Gina hissed.

"Your lawn is flat...first door knobs, can you not walk?" Susan asked, now more concerned. Gina refused to answer but given how weight she was putting on Susan to manage a few toddling steps, it was obvious what the issue was.