“I used the word
London”
Strudel smiled, taking out the canvas, showing a painting of the city of London,
with Pixie & Poser's daughter right in the middle.
“Oh my God,
Strudel, this is beautiful!” Pixie gasped. She took out her phone and took a picture of it. “I've gotta show this
to Poser” she said.
“You can keep
it” said Strudel.
“Thank you so
much!” Pixie hugged him.
“It’s not
that great” Lemonade said.
“Just because
you can’t raise a baby and had to wimp out and get an abortion, doesn't mean that this painting isn't beautiful”
said Pixie.
“You are a selfish
whore!” Lemonade yelled.
“I’m not
the one who got an abortion” Pixie shot back.
The bell rang and the
teacher walked in. “Did I hear yelling?” she asked.
“It was Pixie
& Pursia” Lemonade said.
“Um, whatever”
said Pursia. “Miss I Got an Abortion Because I Fucked a Low Life”
“Muffins is not
a low life!” Pixie shouted.
“Enough”
said the teacher. “Let’s go over last night’s homework. Strudel, please put number one up on the board”
“I can’t
believe you called Muffins a low life” Pixie whispered to Pursia.
“Sorry”
said Pursia. “It was the first thing that came to my mind. Me & Muffins just don’t get along”