You always knew Heather was a bit of a snob, but you had no idea she was such a massive bitch. She talked down to you, broke several of your bones and nearly killed you, all for what, a joke? You screamed out in agony "You broke my legs, you stupid bitch!" trying your best to express the pain and torment that Heather had inflicted upon you.
Heather scoffed at your wailing "If you didn't want to be sat on you shouldn't spend so much time under people's butts. Like seriously, are you really going to complain about being smashed by someone's ass when you sit in the middle of a public bus seat everyday to and from school? It was going to happen eventually. You should just be happy that a cute girl like me sat on you and not some gross fat dude."
"You knew this seat was mine, you whore!" You retorted.
Heather was getting annoyed with you. "I don't think you really understand the position you're in. You're smaller and more pathetic than a gnat. Your entire existence is a joke. Who cares if I broke your legs? Do you even use your legs, or do you just have people carry you around everywhere? What could a dust mites like you even do to someone like me, huh? Like I'd really love to see you try to get back at me for this. It would be hilarious to see you hopelessly struggle against me."
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