A bad start

Kittie's alarm goes off at 6:15 am, plenty of time to wake up, do her makeup, and prepare for the day ahead. She takes her time, making herself look both cute and spooky, then makes her way downstairs, where breakfast is waiting. Chad has already eaten and left, so Kittie grabs some toast for the road, shovels down a little bit of scrambled egg, and hits the road in her Prius.

She drives through the nice suburban town her dad settled in, judging all the boring braindead people in it. She was determined to move away next year; she'd go study poetry and creative writing in Paris or New York, someplace that deserved a sensitive, artistic treasure like herself. She could already see her remarkable life ahead of her: a bohemian lifestyle with her huge inheritance and lots of interesting friends. It felt too good to be true.

To the sounds of a Depeche Mode classic, she pulls into the student parking lot and makes her way to one of the high school's side doors, ignoring the jeers of the football team on their nearby practice field. They loved to catcall the girls in the parking lot, and their coach didn't care enough to stop them. Kittie always got a lot of attention for obvious reasons.

She gets inside the building, a 37-year-old schoolhouse that had recently been renovated with modern technology, and an ugly decor of sterile white concrete and beige tile. It was a soul-crushing place for someone with a poetic soul. She makes her way down one hall, past several classrooms that had yet to begin class, until she finally nears her locker... and her heart drops.

Standing alone and awkwardly beside her locker is Fat Freddy, his lumbering ginger form sticking out like a sore thumb. He was clearly waiting for Kittie there, looking extremely uncomfortable as their classmates snicker at him, but as she prepares to approach her new boss/boyfriend, she just can't do it. Talk to Freddy? In front of all of her classmates? Right now? She just couldn't bring herself to make that leap.

Needing to buy some time, she avoids his line of sight and sneaks into the girls' restroom. A couple other girls are already there, vaping next to the window and chattering to each other. The vape liquid liquid smelled like some kind of fruity nicotine formula, and Kittie thinks about asking for a hit of it until she realizes who it is: Jessica Kramer, Chad's cheerleader girlfriend, along with one of her groupies, a petite Thai-American girl named Alice.

Jessica was the prototypical all-American girl, a star on the cheerleading, dance, and swim teams. An athletic blonde with a great body and a pretty face, she had many admirers. She and Chad were the most popular couple in school, and would probably be just as popular at any university they chose to attend next year.

Alice, for her part, was tiny, cute, and dated football players. She looked great at the top of a cheerleader pyramid, so she would always fit in with the popular kids. In Kittie's experience, Alice wasn't nearly as cruel as Jessica... unless she wanted to impress her.

"Good morning, Cow Tits," Jessica says condescendingly. She loved using her boyfriend's favorite insult on the only girl who could compete with her body. Alice giggles before joining in. "Hi, Cow Tits."

As Kittie looks herself over in the mirror, she blushes deep red. "Hi, bimbo. Hi, Alice." Her voice is tinged with her disdain for the two. "Maybe if you two grew some tits, you wouldn't be so obsessed with mine."

Jessica, a pro at mockery, brushes the insult aside. "Hey, I saw Fat Freddy by your locker. You guys finally hooking up?" Alice laughs loudly at her friend's joke as Jessica sneers at Kittie. "So gross, I'd rather die."

Kittie is taken aback for a second. Was Jessica *already* figuring things out? "Oh... yeah, me too. He's so disgusting," she replies, not ready to admit her deal with the devil.

Jessica's eyes light up for a moment as the gears in her brain quickly turn, but her sadistic smile disappears as quickly as it showed up.

"Why's he standing beside your locker then, Cow Tits?"

Kittie shrugs. "I don't know. I just hope Fatty didn't cover it in chicken grease or something." Jessica laughs at her cruel joke and Alice quickly joins in.

Jessica puts away her vape and starts to walk out, giving one of Kittie's titties a gentle slap, making it bounce around under her jacket as the blonde leaves. "See you later, Cow Tits." Alice follows her friend out the door. "Bye, Cow Tits..." She can briefly hear Jessica "moo" at her from outside.

Kittie takes a moment to calm down, her heart pounding after dealing with such bitches. She couldn't wait to get out of this fucking place. Speaking of, it was time to go face Fat Freddy. She leaves the restroom and heads back to her locker, relieved to see Freddy has moved on.

She opens her locker to grab her books for the next few periods, and finds two pieces of paper slipped inside, laying atop her things. One is her job offer, with all the details laid out on it. The other was a handwritten note on lined paper.

"Kittie, I waited for you at your locker, but you weren't here. Please sign the attached offer and return it to me in third period. Sign it today or I'll have to cancel the job offer.

"Your boyfriend, Freddy"

She lets out a groan and wads up the paper, tossing the note into a nearby trash can. She tucks the job offer into a notebook and takes some books with her, heading to first period with her favorite teacher, Mr. Kaufmann.