Almost immediately, the Empress starts dragging me over to every reasonably guys who doesn't already know her. She runs around taking bad pictures w/ her camera. I hear someone says that she's a slut. As if it's my fault that someone thinks that she;s a slut. I ignore them, talking to this person & that person, trying to relax and have a good time, but I feel like I'm far away & watching UAAP Volleyball on a TV screen. She is getting sick of me being so gloomy.
With me is Mr. Cleinfelter. He sits beside me & he pokes me always. I can't believe that I ever went out with him. I want to jam my finger into my ear & scratch the memory of my brain. I slap his hands & walk away. I can hear Cleinfelter laughing behind me & I wish I'd thrown my juice in his face or something dramatic like that. But the drama queen stuff is the Heiress of the Dust & cleinfelter knows it. It's why he likes to bother me.
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