What the Heck Did You Think it Was Made With?

What the Heck Did You Think it Was Made With?


For this assignment they did this really stupid skit about a girl and how she stole a peer's boyfriend and I was assigned first person perspective from girl number one's point of view. Even though it was dumb I'm happy with how it turned out.

As I sat there choking down the liquid death served to us in the cafeteria, I found my eyes coming to rest on the evil one, Sofia Porkchop. I eyes her cautiously, fearing that she might know that I was dating her boyfriend, Lester Tarentino. " Lester loves only me, the great and magnificent Cybil Gordon. Oh, I simply have to change that last name. It just isn't befitting one so lady-like as I" I thought.

It was at just that moment when my eyes caught hers that I saw Sofia stand up and come traipsing over. "Oh goody, here comes Sofia. I hope she didn't find out about Lester because he's my boyfriend now, and if she doesn't like it well, I always have my trusty kitana blade concealed neatly within the folds of my dress." I considered.

"Hello Cybil, nice day isn't it she commented rhetorically.

"That insolent wench," I thought, "how could she speak to me in such a manner?"

Hello Sofia," I replied.

"How are you?" she questioned.

"Well, I broke my leg this morning but I'm all right now." I stated.

"Uhm... Okaaay," She replied, caught off gaurd by my rapier wit. "What's this I hear about you going out with Lester?" She asked.

"This is not good." I thought as I inched my fingers toward the well concealed blade. "Where did you hear a silly thing like that?" I innocently replied, as my hand slowly neared the grip of the blade.

"I have my sources." she stated.

"Your sources lie," I replied coolly as my fingers clasped the cold steel.

I know you went out with him so don't try to deny it," she whined.

I felt the grip bite into my hand and just as I was about to raise the blade she wheeled around and ran off crying. I shrugged my shoulders, plunged the knife into the bowl, and buttered my toast.

Defiantly Dictated by the Deadly and Destructive Dean Welsh