Page 9 of Massacre Monday

Maybe Oz was right.Worn out after a restless sleep, my body is tired from dreams so intense, it’s like I had an MMA match last night. I hurry to the mirror to scan my face. My upturned nose has a dusting of freckles from the summer sun, and my hazel eyes are still in my head. All my teeth are there, too.

In my nightmares, I was beaten so badly, everything was rearranged. Then my molars kept coming out inside my mouth until I’d choke on them.

Evie

itz move in day bytches!

Valencia

I can’t wait to have you all in the house with me. You’ll finally understand how annoying Evie is.

Evie

And how boring V is

Amelia

Im bringing cupcakes!

Evie

Pippi better bring her A game for Massacre Monday – itz up first this year.

Valencia

Do some fucking stretches, P. Literally. Stretches for fucking.

Amelia

I’m not ready…

Evie

ur not ready? At least ur not carrying a v card like miss pure pipsies over there

Valencia

You should have fucked Mitch this summer, Pippi. It’s going to hurt if you get caught.

Me

I’m not getting caught

Evie

that’s my girl

In the back of my mind, I do have a slight bit of concern that I haven’t prepared enough, but those fraternity brothers have nothing on me. I’ve trained with my fatherandmother my entire life. Not only in mixed martial arts, but ballroom and ballet, jazz, and tap, too. Was on the track team and cross-country team in high school. If anyone is making it to the finish line untouched, it’s me.

I’ll earnSigma Lambda Psithe points we need to win the coveted Lunar Chalice.

Gwen

Hey, P! Don’t forget to bring the fairy lights. We’re still doing blue and silver for SLP, right?

Me

Yep! I’ll bring them. Miss you and can’t wait to see you!