"That's everyone," Miss Valentine said. "All all that's left to do is edit the videos."
Miss All Sunday glared at her menacingly. "You can do that by yourself. I would prefer never to see you again, or hear your idiotic shrills."
"That's not a nice thing to say."
"I don't care!" Miss All Sunday bellowed. "I had to put up with you for so many hours. You blathered on like a vapid idiot this while time, slowly driving me insane. You have been acting like a spoiled child."
"But-"
"And I had to put up with Mr. 1's incessant whining. You can't even manage the simple task of pressing a button. You are what's wrong with this organization, what's wrong with society, what's wrong with everything."
"..."
"If you lived in ancient times, they would have killed you long ago. But no, we here in the present care too much, we're more civilized. The world would be much better if you and your idiot little friends did one smart thing and jumped of a cliff and into the sea."
"Miss All Sunday..."
"I never want to see your idiotic face again. I don't want to hear an stupid little word that comes out your mouth. Every word you say is an abomination towards language and literature. Every time you breathe you curse the land with your existence."
Miss Valentine sat in the corner and covered her face with her hands. She said, "I didn't mean to upset you! I didn't mean to!"
"Well...you did. Sorry to unload on you like that, but you deserved to hear every word."
Miss Valentine started to cry. Miss All Sunday frowned.
"I'm just...so sorry I acted the way I acted...Miss All Sunday..."
"Well, you weren't that bad, just...not smart. Please, don't cry."
"I thought...if I acted dumb and cutesy...people would like me."
"You're high-up in this organization, you should act like it."
"I thought you'd be intimidated by a smart person. Guys don't like smart girls..."
Miss All Sunday sighed and helped her up. "Guys like smart girls," she said.
"Sure, and they also like girls with a fun personality."
"Forget about guys, you don't need them."
Miss Valentine sniffled and gave Miss All Sunday a sunny smile. "Thank you..."
She them gave Miss All Sunday a kiss on the cheek and swiftly walked out.
Miss All Sunday held her cheek. Then she realized, I'm the only one left here. I'm stuck doing the editing.
Dear, Dad
So I found out I have a brother. Why didn't you tell me?
