Chapter 4:
"Now Ms. Henderson, I'm going to ask you again. Why did you hit Jasmine?"
The three of us sat in a dark office, blinds closed. It felt like some creepy ass vampire movie in there. Mrs. Piggy, as I liked to call her because of her pig-like face, sat behind her desk. Elbows propped up while pyramiding her fingers. I sat across from her, leaning back in my chair without a care in the world. A calm look on my face like nothing happened.
Jasmine on the other hand...well, let's just say she wasn't so happy. Obviously. I mean, I'm pretty sure she may need plastic surgery done on that nose of hers. Not that I care, of course. This was all her doing.
Anyway, Black and Purple sat beside me in her own chair. Her green eyes glaring at me from behind her giant white brace that consumed her nose. I'd often glance at her from the corner o my eye and fight the urge to laugh. She looked So. Freaking. Miserable! And to think she has the fucking gull to say this was all my fault.
Haha, sweet pea. You deserved what happened to you and then some, ya damn bitch. It would've all been fine had she just left it at the whole 'selling myself' thing. But the instant she said that about my dad...It hit something deep. And I felt compelled to let her know that in my own evil fashion.
I can only hope this'll teach you, oh what was it that you called me? A sweetheart? Yes. That's it-
"Ms. Henderson?" Mrs. Piggy prompted me sternly. I shoot her a glare of annoyance before taking a breath.
"Ima tell you again, ok? So listen up. She basically called me a whore and said that my dad would've been humiliated to call me his daughter."
"That's not true!" Jasmine spoke up, hissing in pain at the sudden pull of her skin. I shoot her a glare that makes her freeze.
"Oh really? Then please do correct where the fuck I went wrong. Because I'm sure as hell that's what you said."
"Girls!" Mrs. Piggy shouted sharply at us. We turned to look at her. Her beady eyes locked on to mine. "Is this true, Ms. Henderson? Did she say those things to you?"
"Yes!" I snap, getting irritated. They always like to act suspicious around my version of the story. No matter what it may be. You see, I kinda like to bend the rules. A lot. And so these interrogation sessions are nothing new to me. Nor are the fat old lady's antics right now.
"Ms. Henderson! Don't raise your voice at me! I am the adult here. Not you."
I rolled my eyes. Like I didn't know that before. No! I thought you were 3! Shit, you didn't age well the older you got. Ya ever thought about trying out some wrinkle cream before?
We all sat in silence for a while. I was surprised Jasmine didn't start bitching and whining about how badly I should be punished. Probably in too much pain at the moment. Suddenly, Mrs. Piggy cleared her throat.
"Ms. Henderson, you will be grounded with dish duty for the next two weeks. The same goes for you, Jasmine. Only you will be bathroom duty."
I was shocked to hear Jasmine's name be in that statement. I almost laughed when I heard she was getting bathroom duty. Dishes were easy, for I always got 'punished' with those. But bathrooms? Oh hell no. That's the last thing you'd see me doing. Good luck with that one, darling. The boy's bathroom is gonna be a disaster.
"Wha-?! But I-" Jasmine was silenced by Mrs. Piggy's nearly see-through hand.
"The punishments are final. Now get out."
I got up and pushed my chair in. Feeling like I had just won a war.