Note, all characters are 18 or older and purely a work of fiction.
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"I hate her! I fucking hate the bitch!" Carolyn cried. "She's so fucking evil I could kill her," she spat out.
Ashley hugged her friend, "I know. Why does she hate us so much? I mean, we've never done a single thing to her, ever. I still can't believe what she did to you, though," she said softly as she stroked her friend's back.
Allie leaned in hugging her two friends, "We get better grades maybe? We're not prettier or anything. Maybe because we're so close?"
"Carolyn looked over, "Pretty? You think she's pretty?" She shook her head then sighed, "Fuck! I hate to admit it, but she is pretty and has..." she palmed her flat chest.
The two other girls looked at her lack of endowment then at their own and sighed. They were all the same age, or very close. Allie and Carolyn had been born within minutes of each other in the same hospital. That was how the parents became friends so they'd grown up together. Ashley had been born the following week and all three had the same kindergarten teacher. After they found out they all shared the same week, their parents threw one birthday party for all three, the date was Allie's and Carolyn's, and Ashley never complained about getting presents a week early. It worked out well as they always seemed to wear the same sizes, and had the same tastes so they'd swap gifts. Earlier this year their parents went all out for their 18th birthdays taking them to Orlando. Best birthdays ever!
All three would be considered cute and had similar body types, A or B cups that really did not require bras, slender waists, and narrow hips. Not one would be considered womanly. Carolyn had overheard her uncle ask her dad when she'd reach puberty...and that was last week.
Allie had lustrous auburn hair that came down to her butt. She rarely tied it up or put it in a ponytail. She did like pigtails and her friends braided her hair for when she wanted it like that.
Ashley's red hair was almost as long and usually kept in a ponytail though she let it flow down her back when she wanted. It was her red mound her friends admired. When they changed to go swimming her friends sometimes commented on how beautiful her pubic patch was...how soft.
Carolyn was a true brunette, with long dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders. She hated her hair thinking how fun it would be to be blonde or a redhead like Ashley, but the truth was her hair glistened in the sun with brilliant reddish hues.
'Cute but not hot,' they would complain. They were seniors and not one had been asked to homecoming, nor did they anticipate being asked to prom so they planned on going together.
Ashley sat back, "Maybe she is jealous our mothers pack really good lunches for us every day, I mean, her dad is a doctor and all that but he's never home and her mother died, maybe she's jealous," she repeated.
Brittany Edwards had been hell for the three girls since 6th grade, soon after her mother was taken by cancer. She'd singled them out for her torment for an unknown reason and she'd not let up as the years went by. It wasn't hard as she'd grown to be an impressive physical specimen, now standing a full 6 feet tall with perfect long blonde hair, and she always seemed to have her posse with her. She could get her way with teachers, the principal, and the school staff just by smiling...and sticking out her impressive chest. She had every male teacher eating out of the palm of her hands.
All their complaints had been ignored, but the attacks escalated their senior year. All three had had what had been described as high-school pranks pulled on them.
Last week, Carolyn had finished gym and had come out of the shower and stopped dead in her tracks not seeing her towel. Then she saw the entire locker room had cleared out and her locker was standing open and empty. Panicking, she saw one sock on the floor, then another leading to the gym. She carefully peeked around the corner and saw her clothes piled at half-court and no one around. She ran out, the sounds of her wet bare feet slapping on the wooden floor, and was halfway there when the lights came on, the boy's soccer team and her gym class came out from behind the stands clapping and laughing. At first, she stopped dead hearing the wolf whistles and jeers, trying to cover what she could with her arms. Then she sprinted to the clothes, grabbed them, and sprinted back hearing the catcalls and other rude comments.
"Even Coach Matthews was there, that grin of his when we get sweaty," she blushed, "I knew it was her when she high-fived Ralph. When will they admit it is her? It's always been that bitch!" she spat out, "And I saw at least a dozen cells pointed at me. In the hallway the next day that asshole James loudly asked his friends where my dick was, I had to have either tits or a dick," she cried.
Allie hugged her friend thinking back to the horrible things Brittany had done to each of them. Originally, she'd just come over to their lunch table, take their drinks and walk off with them. Another time, she'd somehow gotten into their lockers and replaced the bagged lunches with garbage she must have found in the dumpsters. She'd been creative over the years doing minor things, but this year...
