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NOTE ON THE TEXT - The following story is not particularly an
erotic tale. It has elements of sex and sexual references enough
to earn its place on this website, but it's not something I'd
recommend for the masturbating reader. While the work may be
fictional, you'd be correct in assuming it's a protest against
the authoritarian ways of our modern society and the oppression
that teenagers face daily. Especially teenage girls, who are the
particular age range and gender that are most brutalized by our
awful society's ways currently.

If you can't see that, then you are most certainly blind. Or
perhaps just don't want to acknowledge it. You need only take one
glance around the internet and you'll notice everywhere the
prejudice teenage girls face. Websites are dedicated to `how to
discipline your teen daughter.' Mothers disown them if they
happen to fall pregnant. If they have a boyfriend, they're
labelled as `stupid pretty whores.' Fuckwits like Dr Phil and
Steve Wilkos exploit them on their TV shows.

Hell, a conservative loser can get millions of YouTube views and
congratulations for brutally bullying his daughter and shooting
up her laptop. And that piece of shit Tommy Jordan gets praised
by the police force as well! The whole world pounces on Jessi
Slaughter and comes close to driving the poor girl to suicide.
With the young Amanda Todd they were successful. Locally I can't
even begin to count the endless number of female adolescent
suicides that occur. World-wide it is a number so immense
mathematics can't possibly calculate it.

So try to keep a straight face and tell me that teenage girls are
not the subject of complete hatred and ridicule in our current
society. It is their intellect which provokes society's anger.
And their sensitivity and vulnerability is what society uses
against them. So this work therefore goes out to female
teenagers. The proud ones who rebel and understand that society's
morality is bullshit. I hope that many girls and anyone else who
is fed up with authority reads and thrives on the following tale.
A tale which would, despite lacking sexual content, most
certainly be rejected by any other website. God bless you
ASSTR.ORG!!

ERINE AND SELIA

Erine had just completed the last lesson of the day. Thank God!
At last the confinement of abhorrent education opened its doors
and into freedom she spilled, hurrying away from her school at
top speed. The worst part of the day was always the classroom.
The second worst being that of the bullying she faced before
arriving home could be accomplished.

Erine was fifteen, sharing the eighth grade with most of her
bullies. Her appearance was one of unique beauty and ugliness
combined. The cheek bone structure was perhaps what caught the
attention of such heavy criticism. Yet her body was mostly
without fault, her eyes light blue and permanently filled with
affection. Her breasts were uncomfortably large for her age,
registering more discomfort and embarrassment than that of male
attention. Erine knew she was certainly lesbian. Yet in such a
town as her current one where, despite strong rebellion amongst
the students, horrid conservatism still had a strong grip on
beliefs, her hopes of finding a female to share sexual
experiences with were low.

It had gotten so Erine craved sex, longed for it. Her sex drive
was built almost like that of a savage male's tendency. The
longing to grip, grope, mouth and tickle all female flesh within
her reach. She was of course able to control these urges. Yet she
found herself doubting how many other females were as mentally
devoted toward sex as she was.

She'd once hugged her six year old cousin into her lap, kissed
her upon the puffy little cheeks with casual affection. All the
while she'd pressed her heated thighs together firmly, managing
quite a pleasurable shiver as she held the child in her lap. It
terrified her to think of what her aunt would say if she
discovered gripping her daughter in a friendly embrace had caused
such effects on her system.

That wasn't all. Erine felt to be a deeper outcast because her
brain was so lacking discrimination when it came to craving
female attention. Her mother had once kissed her good night after
tucking her into bed. Beneath the sheets, Erine's palm had gently
massaged her clitoris while she begged for another kiss. Her
mother gave it and she returned it. Such activities resulted in
her swooning with pleasure. This was so perfectly managed that
her mother had failed to see that her simple good night had
caused her daughter to leak girl-cum down her legs.

Thus, Erine suffered in the knowledge that she perhaps deserved
to be isolated. That all the bullying she got was simply an
obligation by society wishing to brutalize the perverts. Because
if Erine wasn't a pervert, she hadn't the slightest idea who was.
Hell, she was so sex starved that her sexual loyalty to the one
gender had faded. Now she felt she would sleep with any man in
the world if it meant she'd possess the chance to caress the
hairless areas of his body and fantasise that it was a female her
attentions were given to.

Yet of course, Erine in her isolated position couldn't even gain
the lowest of boyfriends. And girls being entirely beyond her
reach except in random touches to her mother and cousin, Erine's
majority of time would have to be spent in simply longing for the
impossible.

A surprising fact however, was that she was bullied mainly for
something that was entirely false. They didn't bully her for her
perversion as they didn't quite know the depths that it reached.
Plenty of times they'd called her a dyke yet with no solid
evidence. Of course they now and then bullied her for her
appearance. Yet the main reason behind their attacks on her was
based on naught but the stereotype of her behaviour.

Erine was shy and asocial. She rarely said a word and huddled up
to her desk in class, pressing her large breasts toward the wood
of the table she embraced as if it were a lover. Therefore that
image spawned the stereotype that Erine was smart and good at
school. Erine was indeed intelligent. But good at school? Hardly.
Erine failed nearly every class. It was simply her lacking
friendship and her awkwardness which caused the others to believe
she was a nerd.

Erine despised being labelled a nerd for she certainly wasn't
one. Just because she was too shy to stand up to the teachers
didn't mean she didn't want to. It was true that while the rest
of the class misbehaved and caused trouble for the disgusting
Miss Rawson, Erine would give the image of well behaviour by
keeping within the boundaries of acceptable behaviour.

Yet it was well possible that Erine's hatred for Miss Rawson and
the whole education department extended even further than that of
the classroom delinquents. She hated Miss Rawson more than her
bullies. She fantasised frequently about burning down the entire
school. And if it were an option of saving one of her bullies or
a teacher from the flames consuming them, she'd sooner fetch out
the bully.

So being labelled a nerd was a heavy insult to her. Yet she put
up with it, as well as the beatings she got from them nearly
every afternoon. Her bruises never died, they'd simply be
refreshed tomorrow afternoon if yesterday's attempted some
healing overnight. One sneaky little bitch, Alimia, had once
commented that the bruises her pretty little fists left in
Erine's skin would aid in perfecting her bone structure. Wicked
individuals indeed!

Erine had almost made it to her doorstep that day. Well a block's
distance from her house counted as `pretty close to her doorstep'
since it was usually ten block's difference between the scene of
her bashing and her home arrival. She was turning the corner when
out stepped the blockade. The blockade usually consisted of three
of her pretty little bullies or (as it was in this case) the one
Gertilda. She was fat enough to cause an entire pathway of
citizens to be perfectly halted were she coming in the opposite
direction. Therefore she smothered Erine's scrawny little body
with her mass.

A girl like Gertilda, although obese, earned her place in the
bully group thanks to her sadistic mind and most certainly her
inventions. She held out one at that particular moment, a small
toy gun she'd stolen from her brother which usually shot plastic
little bullets at a slow speed. Yet she'd refilled its canister
with a supply of thumbtacks she rarely ran out of. One she shot
straight into Erine's breast upon stepping out and meeting her.

"Good afternoon," she chuckled while Erine ripped free the bullet
which had pricked her breast. "Oh," Gertilda laughed while
admiring the blood. "Looks like I got you right on the fricking
nipple yet again."

"You're a few centimetres off this time," Erine pointed out
before she was brutally slapped.

"Shut up and focus on all the humiliating things we're about to
do to you!," Gertilda bellowed while the other bullies helped
surround their lightly bleeding target.

Alimia, the pretty little dark eyed blonde with a flat chest of
perfection seized Erine about the collar. She spat upon her face
with an evil cackle. Not that Erine minded. Fourteen year old
spit was the most delicious nectar in the world after all. "Erine
those bruises are going down!," she mocked, her dark eyes
sparkling. "Facial surgery is in urgent need here!"

Lilly, yet another one of her tormentors who was also the most
gorgeous brunette fifteen year old in the school, stepped out to
aid the other abusers. Lilly's violence and sadism was just as
valuable as every segment of expensive jewellery she wore, the
price of evil rarely existing in better expense or quality than
it did in her pretty little body.

"Oh Erine," Lilly giggled. She stepped her pretty pink sneaker
upon Erine's plain school shoe and grinded her toes beneath her
heel. Erine winced the whole while the cruel girl snickered into
her face. "I have the cure for your ugly features right here!"

She threw a punch. Erine instantly exploded with as much tears as
she did blood, never failing to produce some droplets of redness
from the wounds so savagely created. Those girls punched in
concord with the experts in physical viciousness. Rarely would
you find a female who could deal a more painful strike than Lilly
could. Erine would confirm that to you any day, for she faced
those very strikes every day.

Lilly's strike threw her into the grasp of Alimia, who dealt her
an uppercut beneath those reasonably immense breasts. Only then
did Selia appear, the leader of all her tormentors and the most
distinctive in the field of cruelty.

No one's beauty in the whole school could compete with little
blonde Selia's. She was fifteen, her birthday less than a month
apart from Erine's. Yet she'd been shaped by the hand of pure
faultless skill while Erine was obviously shaped by much
different workings. Selia had the smallest, most adorable tits
scarcely commenced in their development. Her eyes were dark pits,
attractive beyond the limit of beauty and shining with the
ethereal soul within, which despite all the evil which it was
undoubtedly tainted with, could only be as pretty as her outer
body was. Erine could recall countless times in which she'd
lusted after the short skirted little ass of this main tormentor
of hers. Fantasised numerous times about engulfing that perfect,
pale flesh in her caresses. Alas however, Selia was a deadly
enemy of hers and most likely the last person on the planet she'd
ever share pleasures with.

Selia instantly grabbed ahold of her victim's collar as Lilly had
done only a few seconds before, only tearing it far more savagely
as she stared into her crying eyes. "You ugly bitch, I told you
to kill yourself last time! Why haven't you done it already?"

"She's fucking scared," Lilly giggled, pinching her cheek until
blood emerged. "I'd be scared too in her position, knowing I'm so
ugly that I wouldn't even belong in Hell. Ha, where would this
pathetic soul end up?"

"I don't give a shit where she goes," Selia giggled, slapping
Erine. "Just as long as she isn't on this planet anymore I'm
satisfied!"

Thus they then concluded giving Erine her daily beating. Right
before walking away, Selia snarled at her a sentence which made
her weep more than all the punches in the world could have. "You
stupid nerd, go home and enjoy your fucking homework!"

Erine wiped her eyes, climbed at least upon her knees and waited
for the crowd to depart, picking another thumbtack out the side
of her breast. Lilly halted, staring down at her and admiring the
weeping wreck she'd made of her.

"Kill yourself this time," Lilly demanded while obviously in the
midst of dreaming up something else cruel to do.

To show the bully she was already on the lowest of grounds and
couldn't be knocked back any further, all Erine did was beg. She
fell upon the pavement, crawled over to Lilly and gently kissed
both that pretty teenager's sneakers.

Lilly laughed. "How pathetic." She kicked Erine in the face one
last time before departing.

After picking herself up from the ruin they'd left her in, Erine
managed to make it home. Of course she was not in the best mood
upon her arrival. Yet she was simply the same as she was every
day, even since before her beatings started taking place. She'd
never enjoyed a single day at school. What right thinking
individual would?

She stormed home and once through that door, no one could have
been more prepared to blast a concerned pair of parents. Parents
who, having gone past the point of concern for their daughter's
bruises due to the fact pursuing things would only make matters
worse, were now concerned only for one thing. Grades. And God
forbid Erine's decline in them. But on this particular afternoon,
she cared not the least for the F on her report card. Her
mother's tears moved her little as well.

"Erine you've got to start trying harder," she sobbed, furiously
gripping her daughter's hand and rattling it with some fierce
shakes. "Your future is at stake! Do you understand?"

Erine shook free of her grasp and glared at her mother. "Grades?
Do you think I'd ever do anything to improve my grades? I hate
school! I've always hated it more than anything. And if I succeed
in school then all I'm going to emerge as is another boring
little conservative. That's not going to happen!"

She then stomped off to her room, constructing a declaration with
words that made her mother shudder in anxious fear. "I'll rebel
to the last of my days! You'll never see me conforming!"

Nights after she'd been bullied were almost the most difficult to
manage sleep on. Erine tossed and turned that entire night,
weeping the most from the `nerd' insult more than anything else.
Far worse than her perverted life and her isolation was that
constant insinuation that she was a conformist thanks to her
separation from the pack of trouble makers. She had just as much
will to cause trouble in this awful world as everyone else. Just
not the courage to pursue it.

As she drifted off to sleep, her mind kept switching back to
Selia. Selia and all her friends. Oh how she hated every bone in
their bodies! They were all probably living the high life right
now. Getting all the sex they wanted and Erine... well Erine was
left only with her playful little hand of course. And a pair of
eyes so tear-flooded that her discharge couldn't compete with
their moisture.

---

Selia was hardly prepared for class the following day. All time
had been consumed in the activity of sleeping in late with her
three boyfriends. The surroundings, a mere motel room owning
walls with the fullest presence of dirt crustings. And the
mattress upon which they slept was not at all supported, thus
into the simple cushioning upheld only by the bare floor beneath
did they recline. Selia got to her feet first, readied herself
for attendance to Hell, and was out the door to commence yet
another day which she'd hurry as fast as she could to its
merciful cessation.

Class was certainly a place in which her morning misery was
doubled. As if it wasn't troublesome enough arriving late to earn
herself a detention which would steal her whole lunch. But having
to sit there amid all her friends and chat as if the prior night
hadn't occurred was even worse. She'd only be berated by them if
she told them the truth. That all three of those boys she'd spent
her time with had shared the privilege of the bed with her. They
had already correctly assumed her virginity was as non-existent
as it was, yet certainly wouldn't assume her to have taken part
in a four-way the prior night. She'd only earn torment from
confessing that to them, thanks to the world's unjust and
ridiculous intolerant views upon whores.

"I went straight home," pretty little Selia confessed hurriedly.
"With Ricklon, no one else."

"Attention please!," the bitch at the front of the classroom
demanded. "That means you Selia!"

She turned away from Alimia who she'd just finished denying her
guilt to and rolled her eyes in Miss Rawson's direction. "You
idiotic cunt," she murmured under her breath.

"What was that young lady?," Miss Rawson bellowed, standing
alongside her desk. Selia put her head in her hands while that
bitch teacher declared. "Detention for the rest of the week, hope
your little comment was worth it."

Selia furiously clenched her fists and held back all her anger
she wished to unleash. The lesson then resumed with all its usual
qualities of complete odious purposelessness. As per the usual
daily duties that a school with a quality rebellion always
followed, the class disrupted the lesson as much as possible,
talking over Miss Rawson whenever possible. Yet on this occasion,
this caused Selia's state of comfort to backfire. Usually all was
well when she and the other kids could over run authority. Yet
that bitchy little Alimia simply had to laugh aloud to the others
during the classroom clamour.

It was in response to an announcement made by a boy, declaring
his right to free speech during a fight with Miss Rawson. Alimia
chuckled back at him.

"Good to live in a free country. If only we were free enough to
accept three-ways! Then Selia would fit right in. Three-ways for
freedom! Oh wait... wasn't it a four-way?"

She said it jokingly yet Selia only responded with a glare. Lilly
chipped right in upon that announcement.

"She gets four times my wage for lunch! No wonder why! I'm
thinking of taking up the profession myself. Yet I don't think
the money's worth the stretching it causes down there."

"Could you change the subject!," Selia snapped, attempting to
instantly gain control in a sudden situation in which she felt
abruptly victimized. Getting clear of the danger zone suddenly
became her priority, so she thus requested. "Miss, I need to go
to the bathroom. Can I?"

"You've already been during my class!," Rawson screamed.

"See," Lilly giggled. "Four times the fun means four times the
bathroom urge. You can't be stretched that often and not need to
run to the dunny every couple of seconds."

The class cracked up at that. Selia blushed and abruptly felt on
the verge of infuriated tears when she noticed Miss Rawson
laughing right along with them, near to bellowing at the comment.
Selia stood and marched toward the door. Rawson thrust herself
into her path.

"No no, you're not going anywhere Selia. Sit back down!"

With an enraged cry, Selia shoved right past her, drawing gasps
from the whole class and especially the wicked teacher as she
forced her way free of the classroom confines. "Get back here
now!," Rawson continued to bellow over her shoulder.

In walking away from the class, a miserable mood suddenly
overtook that young bully. Selia craved an embrace more than
ever. Not particularly from any of her boyfriends yet any of them
would have to do.

Mariul was strolling in the opposite direction, having just
thrown aside a cigarette he'd stepped out of class to have. Selia
grabbed him by the torso, clawing at his shirt while whispering
to him. "Quick, just hug me now, I need it."

Mariul furiously shoved her way. "Listen bitch if we hug I'll get
the urge to fuck. I only do that outside of school."

Selia's eyes abruptly started to water. "I just... quick!," she
noticed with horror that Erine was approaching in the opposite
direction. Fiercely seizing Mariul he then had no choice but to
hug her, and the two put on a show of a perfect couple, right
before the eyes of the passing by Erine. Erine who simply hung
her head and marched on to class. This of course wasn't enough
for Selia, who angrily grabbed ahold of her arm and shoved her
against the wall.

"You hopeless bitch!," she snarled. "Take a good look at what
you'll never have. No boy will ever fuck your ugly cunt. Go home,
cry and hump your stuffed animals!"

She threw her forwards and Erine walked from the scene, tears
forming in her eyes as she left. Undoubtedly, that was pleasing
to Selia. Yet on a day when she also felt victimized, it wasn't
all too cheering.

"Right, can I go now?," Mariul bellowed once Erine was out of
sight, marching away without any further words to his girlfriend.
Selia then headed on to the toilets and shut herself up in one of
the cubicles. She sat down and simply buried her head in her
hands, weeping while she registered precisely how miserable she
was.

She never believed one could get to her state, to be in both the
deepest pit of evil along with that of depression. But she had
been flung into it alright. She constantly craved to inflict
agony upon others. Yet most exclusively upon Erine, for she was
the easiest target. The fattest one her darts of insult couldn't
possibly miss. You were a worthless bully if you didn't possess
the power to tear down that weakling. Selia had simply exercised
this precise power over and over again.

It felt good to wring the tears from Erine's eyes. To make her
life miserable, to push her to the edge. To gain a thrill from
her suffering. All bullies gained a thrill from their work,
either sexual or by means of feeling superior. However a seldom
supply of them were like Selia, deeply relying upon the one
person to continually break under their wrath. Erine's sadness
was vital to Selia's happiness. Could she live otherwise?
Certainly not. Selia had developed her high school life so that
every one of her miseries were healed by Erine's crying.

Doubtless is the fact she would never have made it through the
time in seventh grade when her boyfriend beat her up. She would
have crumbled were it not for Erine crumbling before her insults.
Never would she have survived shedding tears for all of her
detentions in the past had she not managed to get Erine in
trouble and cause her to weep harder. Whenever her friends
excluded her, a punch to Erine's face would heal the area where
the much deeper yet invisible wound had been inflicted upon her.
And when she daily heard every teacher and parent name her the
spoilt brat daughter of a lenient prostitute mother, she
especially needed to hold back her own tears by seeing them run
from Erine's eyes instead.

Selia's mother was indeed a prostitute. Her father left long
before her birth. And she'd enjoyed a close relationship with her
mommy, who indeed treated her baby girl like a little goddess and
bought her everything she wanted. Of course with the money she
gained from her work on the streets. Illegal prostitution paid
reasonably enough for her to give her child a life of comfort. At
home at least. Yet no amount of gifts or loving care in the world
could numb the pain every kid received at the repulsive hands of
the education department. In school, Selia was just as miserable
as everyone else, regardless of the quantities of spoils at home.
That indeed applies with certainty to every other rich kid out
there.

Oh when will this stupid civilization of ours ever realise it is
beyond impossible to spoil a child too much? As long as you're
brutalizing them by sending them to school, you can't possibly
pamper them too much. You can develop the most lenient attitude
in all the world and it won't amount to the slightest
compensation for all the Hell they face in a single day at
school.

And therefore the Hell which burned Selia daily would be soothed
by applying the same heat to Erine. That which cost little Selia
a tear would cost Erine thousands. Namely because Erine was a lot
less skilled in veiling her emotions and was very easy to crack
as she was the outcast. Whereas Selia, far more unhealthy than
Erine, withheld her emotions whenever possible to comply with her
tough girl image.

In many cases, every one more disadvantageous to Erine than the
last, Selia was merely using the healing powers gained from all
tormentors to help herself. She convinced herself she hated
Erine, yet existence obviously couldn't be possible without her.
And Erine could never change. She'd always have to be weak. One
Friday when Selia had failed to make Erine break, no matter how
many punches she threw or insults she screeched, she'd spent that
entire weekend in the deepest state of anxiety, feeling her grip
on her victim had loosened. Upon the Monday, not caring that she
got suspended for it, she simply walked up to Erine and smacked
her in the jaw so hard that tears were a reflex. And that put her
little mind at ease.

Yet today, feeling excluded from her friends, and having just had
to fake an embrace with Mariul only to get a minimum leakage from
the eyes of Erine was abruptly making her feel powerless again.
More terrified than ever before. Thus, to get through the rest of
the day with the bullying teachers and her bitching group, she
required the warmth of masculine arms, whoever they belonged too.

To gain this, she accosted a loner in the hallway, dragged him
into the toilets and started jerking him. He entirely lost all
his intent to escape the popular girl's grasp and did whatever
she wanted, such as cuddling her until she was able to cease the
tears he didn't in the least understand. Yet teenage boys would
give anyone comfort, regardless of how far they understood the
need for it, if it meant their need for ejaculation would be
satisfied. And this boy, virgin so far, was grateful enough for
his explosion that he cuddled Selia for as long as she wanted.

The whole while she was trying to feel only the warmth of the
arms around her and to strangle all accusations her brain
constantly made at her. She was cursed with one of those minds
which continuously laughed and mocked its host in the following
fashion.

What the fuck's wrong with you slut? Just how pathetic are you?

---

Another week went by, Hell for Erine resuming through every
pocket of it. The pockets, those five daily pockets, each
contained better a strike to her face than the former. And the
weekends, the two pockets in which time was not supposed to sock
her in the face, her homework pile was of impossible immensity.
Seemed like the awful Miss Rawson leapt upon every excuse to
drown her students under the wave of future preparations.

So indoors at work did Erine spend the brightest days that were
supposed to signal the end of the working week. Alas, as society
progresses, the word `leisure' will soon be omitted from the
dictionary. Erine knew this all too well, detesting the world
just as equally as she had upon her recent day of rebellion. Yet
keeping her captured indoors today was the sudden strictness of
her parents, and their threats which had briefly touched the
weak, unguarded segment of her mind. But I do say brief for this
mistake of hers didn't last long, thankfully.

It simply began by her mother threatening her of the worst
consequence of failure. One her passion for rebellion couldn't
ignore. "You'll ruin your family. Your family who's tried so hard
to raise you right. We did everything for you. How could you hurt
your own mother like this? How?"

Yes, more than any logical point her mother had attempted to
make, it was mostly sympathy for her sudden desperate condition
which bitterly encouraged Erine to settle down to work this
weekend. Yet only one passage of her assignment was completed
before she was enlightened for the better. On her TV in the
background, an advertisement suddenly popped up, the usual
salesmen ranting about his product.

"Want your kids to take school seriously? Be more invested in
their future? Try the latest brand of fish oil. You won't be
disappointed. No child slacks off with this on board. You brought
them into the world, you want the best for them, then give them
something which will have them awake and ready to be trained in
the ways of life. School is a child's best, most important time
on Earth. Give them what they need and some day they'll thank you
for it."

Yes it was that advertisement, that babbling salesmen which
abruptly woke up Erine for the better. She tossed her pen to the
floor and scrunched up every paper of her assignment. "Fuck it
all!," she yelled.

School. A child's best years? Fuck! If conservatives were ready
to call the worst Hell on Earth a person's most joyous years,
exactly how many billion times worse must be the rest of life
here on in? If Erine so much as paid one more shred of attention
to conforming, she could sum up her life by the following. Just
like she has undoubtedly summed up the lives of the mass majority
of human beings in the most recent centuries.

School, work, nursing home, deathbed.

No way was she going to become one of the many wretched life
forms owning that hideous kind of ridiculously overrated
existence. And so what if her mother had struggled to bring her
into the world and provide the best for her? If that's what she
thought the best was, she was clearly too much of an idiot to
earn any further sympathy from her enlightened daughter.

After destroying her assignment, Erine turned the weekend into a
most worthwhile pair of days. She simply ensured conformity would
never again gain control of her. She tossed away all her school
awards and achievements, even depleting from her book shelves and
DVD cabinet every last piece of literature or film which
contained one of our stupid, modern day moral messages.

Despite her current situation as a bully victim, never had that
admirable girl gone to bed more cheerful. Let them call her a
nerd all they wanted! She knew such an awful path was behind her
now, whether her parents were willing to accept it or not. She
had her own life in her hands and would use it far more wisely
than the masses, that's for sure.

Yet of course once the weekend was over, only further Hell
awaited in school. She questioned why she even continued to show
up, then pictured her mother putting a gun in her mouth and
decided to just get this bitter Monday out the way.

In every class she had one object or another hurled at her.
Mostly paper balls, at other times coke cans and bottles. None
truly left any immensely painful mark, although the embarrassment
and the laughs cloaking her from all sides certainly made her
tear ducts start to inflame.

Alimia, seated at her rear, leaned forward and whispered gently
down her ear canal. "We're going to test if a nose can actually
break this afternoon. You're the test subject." She gently spat
upon her ear before withdrawing that pretty face of hers.

Erine wiped it away, suddenly feeling sick. Not for the reason
you'd imagine. Not at all because she found that saliva
disgusting. But actually due to the fact she was so desperate for
some sexual contact or another, and her cunt so very irritated,
that she suddenly craved Alimia. Craved that pretty bitch's
saliva. And now as it lay in small dribbles upon the hand she'd
wiped it away with, the urge to suck it from her fingers was
overpowering.

She hated Alimia. But fuck she was sexy! Could this be right?
Didn't society make her feel dirty enough for a differing
sexuality? But what type of extreme, pervert lesbian was she?
Wanting to taste that liquid insult a bully had placed upon her
ear simply for the intent of disgusting her.

Despite her pride at being a non-conformist, Erine began to truly
question her sanity at this point. What in the world was she?

In the next class Alimia and Lilly were right at the rear of the
classroom and Gertilda against the opposing wall. However Selia
had been placed right next to her and Erine knew there was only
certain discomfort to be gained here. During the test, further
unpleasantness followed the point blank range of paper balls and
coke bottles.

Selia leaned toward her. "Hey, I've got to get an A on this test.
Let me see your answers and I won't hurt you this afternoon. I
need this grade."

Erine miserably replied to her. "You'll just have to hurt me.
Because I didn't study. Actually, I tore my assignment up."

"What?," Selia's voice quivered. "You're the damn nerd, you're
supposed to have always studied and..."

"I'm NOT a nerd!," Erine suddenly bellowed firmly, knowing that
would earn her several harder punches this afternoon. Yet she
went on anyway. "I'm sorry. Feel free to copy me. But you'll only
fail as bad as I will."

Selia desperately turned to the person on the opposite side. Yet
only a true nerd was seated there. A stuck-up little bitch who
shielded her work from Selia's searching eyes deliberately,
warning that she'd tell on her if she attempted copying.

Back to Erine she then turned viciously. "You must know these
answers! Please, I promised my mom I'd get an A on this test."

"Why are you worried about that?," Erine asked spitefully. "Your
mom never punishes you."

Selia's glare intensified. "How the Hell do you know that?
Everyone calls me a spoilt little whore don't they? And you just
fricking believe them!"

Erine replied harshly. "You think I'm a nerd, you only got that
out of stereotyping my appearance. When you ought to know full
well there's nothing I despise more than school!"

"Well you ought to know my mom wants me to start getting A's for
once or else she'll call a tutor over and ruin my damn weekends!
I've got to succeed here or else I'll lose my only spare fucking
time you retarded cunt!"

Erine sighed, understanding Selia's frustration enough to be
unable to kindle anger in her response. So she only gently
replied the truth. "I can't help you. I'm real sorry though."

Selia rolled her eyes in fury. "You're going to get it!"

"I know I am," Erine replied miserably.

And indeed she did get it, much worse than many of the other
days. Returning home with her nose weeping blood, she at least
felt somewhat gladder she'd expressed to Selia she wasn't one of
those hard-working, ambitious girls the horrid conservative world
admired. Erine was individual, mentally and physically. And of
course she had an abnormal record of being able to sustain so
many bruises without broken bones.

---

Returning to Selia, that little bully had certainly experienced
the worst of Mondays with Erine. The worst part was that after
beating her up, Erine had scarcely produced enough tears to heal
the wounds life had just inflicted upon Selia. Selia couldn't
have been pained more by the knowledge that her weekends would
soon be consumed by tutoring. She cried on her way home yet tried
to ignore the fact, keeping her head up and not wiping away any
of the hot spillage running down her cheeks.

Only surrendering to one swipe, she cleaned her face before
walking through the door. Her nervous mother awaited her. And
instantly upon informing her there was not the slightest hope of
her success, her mother gave her one of the most discomforting
lectures in history. She explained how she didn't want her
daughter to prostitute herself for a living as she had done. That
she wanted her to succeed and be comfortable. But repeatedly,
Selia could only explain how these things sickened her.

"At least I'll be happy screwing boys over and over again. But
I'll be damn miserable working in a stupid office like all the
other pathetic conformists!," Selia screamed.

"Oh honey," her mother had a better supply of sympathy for her
daughter than Erine's did for her. "Come sit down, we'll talk
about this."

"No!," Selia yelled. "You'll just try to discourage me! You'll
tell me all the dangerous things that happen to whores on the
street. But let me tell you this, I don't CARE! Life as a hooker
is worth its every risk. So what if I die young? I'll die young
and happy. Not old and miserable."

Her mother suddenly bellowed. "Listen. I can't continue to be
gentle on you! You need to grow up."

Selia stormed off to her room, just as enlightened as Erine when
she recognized this blunt fact. "Grow up? Yeah, that's exactly
the same as maturing, becoming civilized, becoming brainwashed!
Losing all your individuality. Working for a living your whole
life. Working to live a life which is yours by right at birth and
shouldn't have to be earned!"

She cast herself upon her little pink sheeted bed and sobbed into
her pillow. Right now she really needed a good dose of sexual
relief to cheer her up and ease her frustration. So she instantly
called four of her boyfriends, not caring in the least what
rumours her friends would say about her when word got around
tomorrow. And it would get around. Those boys were certain to
betray her. To boast to all their friends about fucking her yet
again. Fucking the high school's whore.

But you'd be insane to think she cared.

"I don't give a shit about using sex as therapy," Selia sobbed to
herself as she texted her boyfriends. "At least fucking is
natural. Working for a living certainly isn't. Working is the
most unnatural, disgusting thing on the planet. Why is it humans
are so dumb they can't see this?"

Of course, little Selia wouldn't have guessed in the slightest
that Erine, her nerdy little bully victim, had reached these very
same philosophies. Two girls, sworn enemies, yet both certainly
among the very few true intellectuals of all the Earth's
generations.

---

During that night Erine came to a decision. She registered how
that, despite all which had occurred the prior day, she'd
produced very little emotions in the events. Usually she'd do
nothing but feel sorry for herself after every attack. Yet she
was most certain this time that if she continued to avoid
self-sympathy and shed as little tears as possible, that perhaps
she'd become boring to her bullies.

Yes! That was it. She wouldn't be the shy girl anymore. Standing
up for herself was quite impossible thanks to the number of her
aggressors. Yet in not making such miserable sobs and simply
taking each punch and kick with bravery, she was certain to
become as little fun to beat up as a mannequin.

So that was the attitude she used in facing school the following
day. The very day that more would change than simply her attitude
toward her bullies. Her whole life would.

It started with Alimia, Selia and Lilly cornering her in the
hallway. They emptied her skirt and jacket of all lunch money,
slapped her several times and fiercely pulled her hair, ripping
it at the roots. She took all this calmly, feeling a rush of
happiness when she saw the scowl it produced on Selia's face.

It continued with gym class. As usual she fell from the balance
beam thanks to her armies of adversaries hurling distractions at
her. No matter how many times she had to repeat the task until
she got across, she not once showed a single, red-faced
expression of frustration. Straight after, shocked by Erine's
ability to ignore her, Selia was so frustrated she fell off twice
as many times.

It ended in sports class. It ended with results surprisingly
fortunate for Erine and horrifically unfortunate for her number
one bully. By this time Erine noticed how desperate Selia was
looking. As if she might explode if she couldn't manage to cause
one cry of pain to erupt from her lips. Erine held it together
the whole way through. Right until Selia's anger socially doomed
herself.

"That stupid bitch cannot even hold a damn tennis racket!," she
yelled fiercely at her. "I just hope she can hold a knife to kill
herself with."

Erine avoided showing the slightest emotion. Then a very mild
joke brought the best out of Selia.

"Well I'm sure you can teach her how to hold it," Alimia giggled.
"You've had good practice on gripping the handle of every boy
here."

Selia slapped Alimia. Simple as that, simply turned on her and
delivered that strike. "Shut up you cunt!," she shrieked. A small
fight broke out afterward which was swiftly separated and both
bullies punished. But Alimia only expressed humor at the whole
situation, Selia failing to so much as scratch her.

On the other hand, while she was also barely scratched by their
minor slapping war, Selia's intense frustration, embarrassment
and fury caused her to remain scowling and near to screaming with
rage the entire afternoon.

It was in this very state that she pounced upon a very innocent
Erine, attempting to leave through the front gate. The two of
them tackled and Selia viciously delivered punch after punch,
crying herself while screaming at her firmly resisting opponent.
"Cry! Cry you stupid freak! Just cry!"

Erine remained bloodied yet untainted by tears until a teacher
hoisted the heavily sobbing Selia off her. Who could guess how
many detentions such an assault would result in? Certainly not
the dizzy, well-battered Erine who couldn't even guess where to
begin to gain her footing.

---

Selia had been crushed by that day. She'd lost her holiday to an
immense number of detentions. Her mother was hysterical and had
ceased to show any further leniency to her daughter. Her first
revolting tutoring lesson would commence on that weekend. She'd
lost all her friends. And of course, her suffering had all
commenced from the fact that Erine had refused to produce tears
for a single day. Without her victim's crying to heal her, Selia
had nothing but her own tears to bathe in.

So it was that she spent that afternoon in the midst of the most
bizarre activities, all of them failed attempts to ease her
emotional agony. At the rear of her back yard, a small belt of
trees stood just before the isolated pathway a few students
walked by on their way home from school. Yet Selia assumed it was
far too late now for anyone else to walk by and notice any of her
activities among those trees.

The first she attempted was to replace her mental pain with that
of physical. Not caring to have even grabbed a razor for the
task, she simply stabbed at her arm with the sharpest stick. The
next was one of zoosadism. Her longing for power over someone had
gotten to the point that hurting an animal seemed the best way to
at least assert her dominance over some life form. Her pet cat,
one she'd never gotten too attached to, became a replacement
victim for Erine.

Selia snatched the creature up and broke its neck, feeling mildly
aroused yet not the least in a way which could smother her
misery. Many serial killers retreated to such comforts as the
power they held over animals. Yet after she broke its neck, Selia
only wished she could reverse time for slaughtering the innocent
creature had failed to lift her spirits successfully. Ever so
mildly the feeling of power had been restored however. A little
of her weakness had vanished in killing the creature. Perhaps
she'd just have to slaughter more...

Well obviously she'd have to slaughter more! To make up for
Erine, a human victim, she'd need to find a lot of animals to
brutalize. Yet at this stage, she was certainly questioning
whether or not she had the stomach for such things.

"What the fuck are you doing?," a sudden harsh voice cut into her
miserable state and caused the most violent shivers. Yet who was
Selia shivering at? Erine! Her own victim.

Yes it was Erine, returning home from the hellish realm of school
upon that isolated path. Selia had assumed no one would pass by
due to the late hour, yet of course completely neglecting to
realise the fact that Erine had been sent to sick bay after her
attack on her that afternoon. So of course Erine would be walking
home late along the isolated path.

And here she was now, standing right over her with such
horrifying fury in her eyes that Selia nearly died from fright.

---

Erine was deeply angered upon noticing what Selia had just done
to her cat. Erine had the softest spot for animals. Animals, the
beautiful species which civilization can't corrupt, the innocent
creatures that are simply part of Nature, deserved no such
cruelty. Erine hadn't the slightest tolerance for those who
abused the lesser yet wiser species. This kindled her anger to
the point of her fighting for the first time.

She dashed over in fury and slapped Selia hard across the face.
Her enemy, equally angered, stood up and started savagely
punching her back. Yet Erine, far more mentally managed, easily
out mastered her bully this time and gave her one simple punch to
the stomach. Selia collapsed beside her dead cat and hugged her
knees up to her chest, hurt deeper than ever this time.

"I'll fucking kill you if you ever harm another creature!," Erine
snarled, completely absent of fear all of a sudden. She saw her
bully in her weakest state, and suddenly found her not in the
least frightening. She turned and started to walk away when Selia
cried out behind her.

"Finish me off," she begged, clutching at her ankles. "Just kill
me... I want to die... please."

Erine turned instantly, near to melting with sympathy when she
heard words of such a distressed, damaged quality. She thought
only she could produce them when upset. She never thought the
proud Selia could utter words choked with such hopelessness. That
she could be immersed in an agony so identical to her own. No,
even worse than her own! Selia didn't just get this way from a
bad day. She had obviously been mentally crushed by the world.

In that understanding, Erine suddenly grasped the fact that her
daily physical destruction had been Selia's outlet. Damaging her
was all that had kept Selia from the point she was at now, so
damaged by the cruelty of her depression that she wanted to die.

And while of course Erine still abhorred animal cruelty, it
became more than clear to her that Selia's killing of her cat had
just been another attempt to escape to happiness. To gain some
pleasure out of her dominance over animals if she couldn't get it
from her dominance over Erine.

And suddenly, after having spent the whole day proud of herself
for it, Erine wished she'd never come up with the idea to hold
back her tears. In doing her pride good, it had at the same time
hurt this little psychopath who was in far greater need of
happiness than her victim would ever be. Erine understood that as
a victim, she would be what our disgusting morality calls the
`logical' one to sympathise with. Simply because those bruises
were visible.

Yet who knew the extent of the wounds inflicted inside her bully.
The creature brutally damaged by depression and anxiety alike.
Selia may have attacked Erine, which was bad. Yet Selia all along
was attacked by her own brain, which was worse.

"Kill me... just do it," Selia continued to beg her until at last
Erine knelt down beside her tormentor and wrapped her up in a
hug. She simply embraced her enemy, keeping her safely in her
arms so that, despite all she may be suffering mentally, she'd
feel the physical comfort of someone who cared for her.

And Selia, comparing this to all those received from heartless
friends and boyfriends so far, abruptly realised she'd never
known what a true hug felt like until now.

---

To Erine's fortune, her parents were out of town for the night.
So she warmly invited Selia for a sleepover and ended that most
unusual day by bringing her vicious bully home with her.

After having connected on such a deep level, the two of them
slowly started to acquaint themselves on other terms. Both were
suddenly so kind to each other that neither wanted the other to
have to sleep on the floor, refusing the comfort of the mattress
if it meant her new best friend was sleeping on the ground. So
both got to sharing the bed together, giving one another more
blanket than what was necessary, and staying up all night
enjoying a recently baked batch of cookies.

Throughout their conversations, it was then that they understood
how closely linked their pains were. How identical their beliefs
and how equal their hatred for society.

Erine insisted that Selia tell her absolutely everything which
lead her to be in her current state of mental agony. And as Selia
informed her of it all without the slightest lack of trust, Erine
would chip in plentiful times to announce she felt exactly the
same.

Their views, which you as a reader would know from having studied
them both, thus made the perfect recipe to blend together in
harmony. And they cursed circumstances for having so far built
them as enemies. How cruel indeed was the world to construct like
minds to hate each other. Minds that in a single hour of
cooperation, agreed absolutely upon everything.

"I have to tell you," Erine admitted with the most pure honesty.
"I now completely abhor the idea of having ever done you hurt.
I'm so sorry I didn't cry today. That could have helped you get
through and..."

"Oh no, it wouldn't have," Selia insisted, smiling warmly while
clutching Erine's hand. "Your tears couldn't have soothed the
agony of being tutored, of losing my spare time. Of being forced
into some stupid conventional career instead of being able to
simply follow my passion in whoring. It makes me sick how society
constantly believes us girls don't enjoy sex. That we all want to
be idiotic, prude business women. As if anything else could be so
degrading to our gender than encouraging us to stoop to the level
of men and, like them, just sit at an office desk all day
enforcing unjust authority on the rest of humanity."

"It sickens me to the core," Erine declared. "Since I feel I can
tell you anything now, I will admit that I've never exactly found
the opposite gender to my taste."

"You're a lesbian?," Selia giggled, excitement dawning over her
face. No restraint in confessions existed between them now. "So
am I!," she declared. "So am I. I've only been with boys this
whole time to remain popular."

Erine nodded, equally excited that they were two lesbians alone
with each other. She continued her earlier rant however. "While
never really sexually craving boys, I've craved being fucked so
often simply to shed the horrid skin of a `good girl.' Of another
damn follower. Everyone assumed, especially my parents, that I
was going to be one of those successful freaks who get medical
careers, become politicians, lawyers... bah! What a horrible and
untrue vision. When all I've ever wanted to do was embrace my
identity as a spoilt little whore. For I'm exactly like you Selia
and that's all I've ever wanted to be. A whore, which is a part
of Nature. Not a successful prude with some faithful husband,
which is nothing but the product of civilization."

Selia embraced her again, snuggling her precious little face
against her friend's bosom. "Oh how alike we are! I never thought
I'd find a kindred spirit as perfect as you. You're right, you're
absolutely right! I've only ever wanted to be natural. Natural
and free to fuck. Not some twisted product of our disgusting
civilization."

Erine replied. "So desperate was I to destroy this awful illusion
of conformity in me that I put my preferences aside merely for
the desire to show everyone how rebellious I am. Up until now,
that's the only reason I've craved playing around with boys. Yet
now that I feel comfortable enough as a rebel that I can start
focusing better on my preferences, more than anything I want to
be with girls. Not just any girls of course. But brilliant,
sweet, spoilt, natural, enlightened little whores like yourself.
Selia, you were made for me."

Tears of perfect happiness came to Selia's eyes when joining her
lips to her new friend's. "Right back at you Erine. You saved me.
I love you with all my heart."

Erine smiled as she held her in her lap. "Selia, suddenly you're
the only person in the whole world I give a damn about. Who I
love so much. I could never have forgiven myself if I didn't save
you. And I most certainly shall never forgive myself if ever in
the future I grant you one speck of pain again."

The two kissed upon the lips again, this time so especially alive
with passion that they tongued each other's mouths.

Now, since all other boundaries keeping them isolated from one
another seemed well and demolished, Erine decided she had to
possess her new lover's every speck of existence. Her every
bodily pore.

Thus she clasped her directly to her breastbone and started to
feed off her mouth, her hand slipping between her legs and
beneath her clothing simultaneously. These gropings were returned
just as affectionately until both girls had removed every stitch
of material which veiled their bodies.

Now as bare as the passion for one another they had presented,
they slid quite comfortably together. Erine fingered, sucked and
tongued the cunt of her beloved, soon receiving those same
attentions in return.  They performed oral, they tribbed and even
ended this spectacular love making with a glorious 69, each party
downing the other's eagerly leaking juices like fine liquor.

---

Life for both of them after such events societally declined. Thus
in the field of happiness, it only escalated.

Selia, deeply guilty after having killed her cat, was persuaded
by Erine to recompense with some good deeds for animals. The two
of them together dropped out of school to join a hippie, animal
rights group. The two girls aided them in protesting every event
of animal cruelty they came across. They even helped to free
circus animals in numerous cases.

There was a most memorable event when their animal rights group
produced a brilliant result at a local circus. They caused such
deafening shouts of protest that the performance was cancelled
and an endless stream of furious conservatives were forced to
leave their night out of cruel amusements without any refund.
Several fights broke out.

One was started by a doctor, who dared raise his middle finger
toward the protest group. He was viciously spat upon by the
nearest hippie, a brave fourteen year old dropout who easily
achieved better things in this single night than that praised
doctor could ever dream of in his whole conforming career.
Anyway, a punch-up occurred between the two. This inspired others
and the abhorrent police force had to intervene, of course taking
the side of the conservatives and proving yet again what scum law
enforcement truly is.

"If I had a suicide weapon nearby at all times to avoid jail,"
Erine whispered to Selia on her way home. "I'd spend my life just
going around town cop killing."

Selia giggled. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't have the same
desires."

The two lovers encircled one another's shoulders with an arm and
resumed strolling home in this warm, close fashion.

Of course they couldn't remain forever in their current city.
Parental and societal intervention would soon become too strong.
Both Selia's mother and Erine's were doing all that was possible
to encourage their girls back into school. Erine's father was
more than prepared to start threatening her with a shotgun if she
didn't return to the Hell of conformity.

One night she awoke to find him aiming the weapon at her from her
doorframe, growling fiercely. "No daughter of mine is going to be
a lesbian whore! Get your lazy, hippie ass back into school this
instant!"

Erine simply laughed at him. "Are you trying to scare me? If you
are then you know very little about non-conformists. Our
strongest trait is that we don't fear death at all. That is your
weakness! Not ours."

Those direct words were all it took to make that wretched father
of hers lower his weapon and retreat from her room, utterly dizzy
from shock that he could create someone so unlike him.

The next day Erine announced the importance of leaving the city
to Selia, who instantly agreed with her. "We need to run away, as
far as we possibly can. No worries, no anxieties, no future
preparations. Not having the slightest fear of death makes us
voids of such things."

The girls kissed and packed their bags, setting out that very
afternoon.

---

They were almost to the train station, a plan to leap aboard
without a ticket and to travel the ultimate distance from their
past lives as possible was as far as they had mapped things out.
Uncertainty being the ultimate comfort for the two of them. Yet
still were they a single street away when abruptly they were
surrounded by the prettiest of school girls, a whole troop of
them from their high school, lead by no one else than Alimia,
Gertilda and Lilly.

"Well I had to see it to believe it," Alimia giggled, preparing
the knuckles of her pretty fists to deal some damage. "Selia, you
are certain proof of the worst quality of sluts. You can never,
ever trust them to any kind of loyalty!"

Selia glared, stating firm proof of her loyalty to her lover.
"Well let's go then bitch. You try to lay a finger on Erine and
you'll lose every one of those vicious teeth of yours!"

Alimia chuckled. "How can you say that? You who've bashed Erine
more senseless than any of us have done in the past. You're a
worse disgrace than her now. But either way, we're going to fuck
the two of you up so bad that...

"ALIMIA! What the Hell is going on here?," it was the bellowing
voice of Miss Rawson, the worst kind of intrusion, who had just
strolled up and was feeding them her authoritarian view with her
hands on her hips. "You girls may not be in school grounds, but
if you're going to fight here, I'll be making a quick phone call
to the police and all of you will spend several nights in jail.
And you Alimia, for the language you've just used, you're
expelled!"

"What?," Alimia choked, unable to stomach her immense fear. "No,
no please my mom will kill me. I'll..." Tears started to fill her
eyes and the smirk of Rawson widened.

"That's not my problem young lady. And all your friends will be
enjoying a nice reservation in this year's summer camp. I've had
it with this behaviour and you two!..." she turned to Erine and
Selia. "You who haven't been turning up to school, I have a
special treat for you two. The truant officer and I had a nice
little chat and we've decided..."

"Shut up... shut up... JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!," Erine screamed,
utterly fed up with wicked teachers and their bellowing threats.
She charged her, punching Miss Rawson in the stomach several
times then throwing her upon the pavement.

The teacher, scarcely having the breath in her to scream, simply
stared up at her attacker with wide eyes. All the spite and
further threats basically steaming off her. One crinkled hand
vanished into her pocket, searching for her phone to call the
cops.

Chuckling, Erine picked up the phone and tossed it away. "I don't
think so bitch."

She then turned to the other girls, walked over to the wide eyed
Alimia and gently spoke to her. "Come on. Enough fighting amongst
ourselves. It is civilization and civilization alone which should
earn our hatred. We are forced into school against our will and
bullied every day by fucking worthless control freaks like that
bitch on the pavement. Then we take that anger out on each
other."

"But I'm over such alternatives. And I think we all ought to put
them behind us. We don't have problems with each other. We have
problems with the oppression. And I say it's about time we say
FUCK BEING MEAN TO EACH OTHER and take it out on the
AUTHORITARIAN MONSTERS RESPONSIBLE!!!"

She turned in fury to Miss Rawson, feeling the power of all the
girls present bond with her own. She snickered while staring deep
into that hopeless teacher's eyes. "How does it feel to be
overpowered? Not so fucking good I assume. Come on girls."

Selia kissed Erine, the two of them proudly embracing before the
crowd. Exchanging glances, Alimia, Gertilda and Lilly, instead of
the usual expected cruel taunts, just abruptly started clapping.
They clapped, cheered the misfits on and patted them on the back.
Even flooding them with apologies for the cruel ways in which
they'd treated them.

"You're so fucking right," Gertilda nodded to Erine. "We've got
to take a stand now, before revolution is beyond us."

Alimia gave both Erine and Selia a sudden cuddle. "I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry I was such an evil little bitch."

"You're not an evil bitch," Selia assured her, pointing to Rawson
with a chuckle. "That's the evil bitch."

Erine knelt down beside the overpowered bully, holding her
switchblade to the teacher's throat. "And I say it's about time
we dethrone the bitch and cut this worthless hunk of trash down
to size."

They cupped her mouth and dragged her off into the parkland. The
torture and death of Miss Rawson was just as lubricious as it was
revenge-satisfying. That is frankly how sadistic they made it.
But not for a second was that cow undeserving of any pain she
felt.

First they jumped upon her every limb, shattering her lower leg
and arm bones, swiftly doing the same to the upper. They smashed
out her teeth with a brick and forced dirt down her gullet. They
swiftly followed that dirt meal by making her consume endless
mounds of dog shit. They forced twigs into her eyes until they
blinded her, then dug metal nails down each ear canal until her
ear drums burst. They stuffed hornet's nests up her ass and
withered cunt and even slowly sliced off her breasts and useless
clitoris, the latter after having pricked it several times. After
having made her suffer for near to three whole hours, they gave
her the most horrific death. First they covered her in oil and
burned her alive for a few minutes and then the singed body was
buried in the ground. Thus, alive after the burial, the rotten
old fuckwit died choking on dirt through her toothless mouth.

After having stashed away all such evidence, Erine turned with a
smile to the gang. "Selia and I are leaving this awful city
behind."

"Please don't go," Alimia begged them. "We need you, we won't
ever hurt you again, I promise."

"Oh honey it's not about that. The simple fact is Selia and I are
now on the run from our parents. We're going to depart this city
and head out on the open road."

"What about us?," Lilly inquired. "What happens if we're found
out for this murder?"

"Kill yourself. Death is a peaceful place. Prison is most
certainly not,"  Erine advised. "We're going to do the same if
ever the authorities catch up to us."

Selia nodded. "They don't call prisons correctional facilities
for nothing. It is in those disgusting, abhorrent, unnatural
places that they smash unusual puzzle pieces back down to size so
they fit into the jigsaw of society. Trust me, only an hour in a
place like a prison will see to it that nothing of your natural
individuality remains. So it is far better to die than be
captured. But death, like Erine said, is peaceful. Simple
nothingness. And I'd choose that any day over conformity."

Alimia, Lilly and Gertilda embraced our two heroines one last
time, giving them their smiles, kisses and tears of happiness to
go with them. "May Nature and rebellion forever light your path,"
were their final words to them. The following day those three
would drop out of school and thus make the first step on the
journey to freedom themselves.

As for our two heroines, they at last began their departure from
the city, heading for the train station.

And from that moment forward it is certainly unclear as to what
became of our heroines. Only one thing is certain. And that is
whatever train they took, the one on Earth or the one which left
it, conformity would never be one of the stations.

The End