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I was hiding from those fucking disgusting women again. Damn them for forcing me into this un-me habit of turning tail and running away. I shuddered, and thought to myself that I'd rather be a coward and run than face that Mrs. Greenwood again. Another shudder. She was the worst of the lot, largely because she was so relentless. Mr. Greenwood must not be giving her any eh? I chuckled to myself, and then snorted. Only an idiot would find this amusing, and obviously, I'm very much an idiot. Time after time, I'd find that she'd changed places with my seating partner (we had assigned seats for meals), and I would spend the entire meal fending off her wandering hands. Many a time she caught me by surprise, and I'd find myself with a chin smeared with sauce or soup, or whatever was on its way to my mouth when that bitch groped me.
Trust me, there was no alternative but to run.
I ran into the garden, looking frantically for a place to hide in. A tree, a bush, I didn't fucking care!! As long as I was out of sight when she came barrelling through the gate. As I stood in the garden, looking around for a place to hide, almost at the point of hysteria, I heard a snicker from somewhere in the vicinity.
Eh?
"Ne, you'd better find a place quick, I see her fat ass coming around the corner already." A deep voice choked out through another snicker.
Fuck.
Mystery snickerer forgotten, in view of a more immediate danger.
I spotted a bush, kind of a shrub really, but ah well, better than nothing. I dove into the shrub-bush just in time.
"SchuSchu!! Where are you?" I ducked my head. Ugh, her annoyingly sweet voice, so cloying. I nearly gagged.
Goawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoawaygoaway.
I chanted that as my mantra for the next few agonising minutes, idly scratching the itch that had suddenly developed on my legs. I scratched my arms. Itch seemed to be spreading. I looked down.
Anthill.
FUCK!
ANTHILL!!
I'm sure Mrs. Greenwood got the fright of her life when a loudly cursing man suddenly leaped out of a small bush, jumping up and down, shaking his legs and arms frantically to the left and to the right, all the while shouting obscenities at small insects. I would like to have seen her face – but damn – those ants were everywhere. Mrs. Greenwood got relegated to the 'Unimportant' folder.
Well, she recovered from her shock soon enough, and turned the entire force of that relentless, cloying sweetness (always reminded me of the sickly sweet smell of decay) on me, before I could escape.
"Oh SchuSchu!" I cringed, while still hopping, changing from one foot to the other. "There you are! I was so sure you were here. Did those nasty ants bite you? Ohhh, you poor poor thing! Let me help you brush those baaaddd ants off."
Bitch. She certainly didn't brush the parts of me that actually had ants on them. I just glared at her, turned and headed for the infirmary. Stupid woman followed me, cooing and groping me. I ignored her. As I left though, I swore I heard the sound of uncontrollable laughter, which quickly turned into wheezing gasps as the man ran out of air.
Whoever it was…
Bastard.
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