"Will you just shut the f^&k up? I told you we're not leaving until I have a little fun with the weirdos!"
Susan stood back in the corner. She didn't mean for any of this to happen. She believed Rica when she said they were coming by to hang out. Had she known Rica was going to be such a b**ch, she would have stayed home. Yet, she sat silently as she always had when the heat was on.
"Rica, it's pretty obvious you don't like us. So why don't you just leave? We have chores to do." Lettie's eyes flamed with anger.
"Chores?" Rica laughed. "This raggedy house doesn't look like its been cleaned in centuries. Plus it stinks in here. Or is that just you?" She laughed again casually glancing over her shoulder.
Susan was getting annoyed. This was all her fault. Amanda her biology partner and one of the sisters of the group; told her this was not a good idea. She told her she thought Rica was only using her to get to her sisters. Rica never liked any of them anyway. She always said they were weird. So why all of a sudden had her interest changed? If she didn't like any of the girls last year, she certainly didn't like them this year. "Rica, let's go! Now!"
Rica rolled her eyes. "Shut up! I'll leave when I'm good and ready! The evening is still young. And I wan't to know what you skanks are really up to, living in this big old house." She placed a white handkercheif over her nose as she looked about staring at the ceiling. "What the h#ll is up with the chipped up paint on the ceiling?" She laughed again. "You guys really need to move out of this dump before the whole thing caves in on you."
Lettie placed her hands on her hips. Her cheeks flushed red. "Rica I'm warning you! Leave now or you'll be sorry!"
Rica's brows twisted. Her face scowled. "B**tch please! I know you aren't threatening me. Do you know I have the power to make your life a living hell when you come back to school?"
Lettie raised her voice. "You already do! And the sad thing about it is. We keep to our selves! We never bother you! We never bother anybody! But no; that's not good! It's not good enough. Now you're at my house!' Lettie's face started to glisten as tiny sweat beads grazed her forehead. Her chest rose and fell in a rhythmic cadence.
Rica took a step back. "First of all, don't yell at me. Second of all, calm the h*ll down and go to the bathroom and wash that greasy hair of yours. I came here to offer you and your tired sisters some beauty tips. But I see there's no help for losers. You're just disgusting. You all should just kill yourselves!" She laughed again.
Suddenly Lettie grew quiet. She stopped moving. She stopped talking. She dropped her chin and her long brown mane covered her face.
Susan's eyes widened. "Lettie are you OK?" Lettie didn't answer.
Rica sucked her teeth and gently pushed Lettie against the shoulder. Lettie's head flew back. Nothing but the whites of her eyes showed. "I told you to leave, but you wouldn't listen. Now I'm going to show you who we really are." Her voice was deep like a man.
Rica jumped back. "What the f**k?"
Lettie slid backwards across the floor. Her legs were stuck together; her body as limp as a dishrag. Her other siblings followed suit. With drooping shoulders they all slid across the floor like rag dolls; as if some strange entity controlled them. Scaling the walls like spiders, they all chanted in unison. "Now we will show you! Let us show you..."
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