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Despite having left school a solid fifteen years ago, Kelly Mitchell [32] still seethes with anger whenever she sees her highschool rival, Janet Beresford, pop up on her social media feed.
To a normal person it may defy logic to still be connected online with someone you outright detest but for Kelly, it’s been quite the cathartic experience – mostly because she’s been able to keep up with all the drama.
Silently watching Janet’s entire life trajectory, which admittedly was easy to follow as Janet is the type of person to post every thought, event, and bowel movement online for attention, an unemployed Kelly has found herself becoming even more invested in the life of someone who for the most part, probably hasn’t given her a second thought since their days spent quarreling over a shared taste for a certain floppy-haired boy.
“Fuck her hair looks so bad”, says Kelly with unbridled glee and she clicks on Janet’s latest profile pic. “It’s called Olaplex bitch, try it.”
Chuckling as she settles in for the long haul, Kelly, unfortunately, gets more than she bargained for when she stumbles upon a self-congratulatory post regarding Janet’s surprisingly successful home business, which appears to be some sort of handmade soap brand made from authentic whale sperm.
As she glumly looks down at her slightly soiled pyjama top It occurs to Kelly that maybe, just maybe, she might be the pathetic one.
More to come.
