The class sat in silence while the girls' video played.. The other videos were about this charming and small little town that everyone loved. Not theirs. They had blood and gore. It went from different photos of them posing death, to video laughing, playing around, spitting out fake blood. The class looked amazed. Ginger was pleased with the response.
When the video was finally over, everyone cheered. Mr. Wayne was not satisfied by any means.
"What is this?" He asked demandingly.
"This is life in Bailey Downs." Ginger said smoothly.
"This….This was.. This was disturbing. Wasn't it? I mean…..My god. Look see me in my office after class."
"Whatever…" Ginger said under her breath.
"Separately!" He added in. When class was over Ginger thought about skipping out on Mr. Wayne's meeting. But in the end she went.
Both girls waited outside of Mr. Wayne's office. As they stood there a group of students were coming down the hall. This would be Trina Sinclair and Jason's crew.
"Hey Fitz-enstine, get in trouble again? Oh poor baby." Trina Said Mockingly. Bridgette could the anger arising in Ginger's face. She knew that Ginger couldn't get in anymore trouble. Especially with the school's new 'Not violence tolerance policy'.
"Hey Trina, you were here in Kindergarten, right?" Bridgette asked smoothly.
"What's it to you?" Trina shot back.
"Well it's just that, I thought you were the one Ginger got in a fight with. Yea…I think I remember everyone at school saying you ate dirt. Very attractive." Bridgette replied.
"What's she talking about Trina?" Jason said. Him and Trina were not together, but they had had a couple of flings.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Trina said as she turned to walk away.
"Oh you don't want to tell Jason all about your face being a bloody mess, and mud flying off your face." Ginger chimed in. Trina gritted her teeth as she spoke, "Look, the only reason you got me down to began with is because you were such a fat ass back then." She smiled, pleased with her reply. "I think you might actually have weighed the same back then as you do now! I am so happy that you lost all of those extra pounds." Trina sneered.
Ginger was losing herself more and more as Trina continued on. "Actually," Bridgette said trying to help the situation for Ginger, "She weighed less than you, if you want to get technical. But like that matters, it didn't change the fact that she kicked your Barbie-doll ass, now did it?"
"Ginger, you first into my office" Mr. Wayne said shoving his head back into his office. Trina stormed off. Nobody sure if it's because she was defeated or just tired of standing there. Either way, it made Ginger more relaxed, which was Bridgette's biggest concern. The last thing she needed was a fight from Ginger. She would have to be in school 8 hours without her older sister.
"If it means anything Fitz," Jason said leaning close to Ginger, "Your body is smoking now." He left, but not before he looked her over. Ginger had the most shocking look on her face, and Bridgette was just freaking out inside of her head.
"Ginger now!" Mr. Wayne yelled. Ginger went into the room, reading Bridgette's weirded-out look.
"Ginger how do explain the project the you just presented me with?" Mr. Wayne said, cutting right to the chase.
"There's nothing to explain. You asked for a video about life in Bailey Downs. My sister and I gave you that. So there is really no reason for me to be here to began with." Ginger said oh-so smoothly.
"Miss. Fitzgerald, I think that this video is inappropriate, and I think I need to call your mother right away."
"You can't do that."
"And why is that?" He said leaning over his desk waiting for an answer, obviously interested in hearing what Ginger would come up with.
"Because then she won't let us do our deaths anymore!" Ginger said intently, but loudly.
"I think you and your sister need help. Help that I cannot provide, I am going to call your mother." Mr. Wayne said picking up the phone.
Bridgette was outside for what seemed like forever. She didn't know how much more trouble Ginger was getting herself into. Then she had an idea. She heard Ginger's screaming voice from behind the door. "Put down the fucking phone!"
That was her cue. She barged in just in time to see Ginger trying to cut the phone's wire with a pair of scissors. "Ginger sit down." Bridgette said calmly.
"He's trying to call Pamela!" Ginger yelled.
"Ginger sit down now!" Ginger sat, and Bridgette just looked at Mr. Wayne.
"Mr. Wayne, would you say you like your job?"
"Yes, I would say so. Why?" He replied, puzzled.
"Because if you want to keep it, you'll shut up, and let us go." Bridgette said back. Ginger was confused, and had no idea where this was going. But she was liking it.
"Now you listen here, our policy doesn't…"
"No you listen! My sister and I don't like to be fucked with when we did nothing wrong, and what will the principle would think if we told her all about how you wanted private sessions with each of us. Ginger came home shaken and couldn't even think straight because she was so scared? Who is she going to believe?" Bridgette said darkly. Ginger busted up laughing.
"Get the hell out of my office. Right. Now."
Ginger got up, and Bridgette opened up the door.
"That was fucking awesome." Ginger praised her sister.
"Whatever, come on. It's time for gym."