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Her foot arched and I could see the dark hairs of her biggest toe on end. My eyes traveled up her stubbled leg, over her protruding underbelly to her nonexistent breasts to, finally, a face only a mother could love. This woman, I dare say, proclaimed herself to be a 'friend' of mine. One of which that, really was no 'friend' of mine at all.

Her bulbous lips were moving again and so I smiled and nodded. Looking off into the abyss that was one of my many daydreams, I ignored her. The daydream was clear and simple compared to my countless complex thoughts of destruction of the body before me. The one of simplicity crossing my vision of the moment required the prop of a knife. Very classic of the many homicides throughout history, and so I dismissed the daydream as quickly as it came, filing it away under-Simple.

My vision slowly came into focus on the nonexistant breasts of the one who called herself 'friend of mine'. I sighed lightly and shifted my vision to her face. Though as piggish as she was, she seemed to be no dumb animal with a look of thoughts running through her cranium.

She considered herself high standard. A genius among many dull fops indeed. A mindfull treasure, though her works were too detailed and bored me.

I thought mine were too little detailed, yet proved to be worth the small read that they were. I reguarded myself as a 'highly detailed blunt' writer, which simply meant-adequate detail for a quick read.

She had much higher grades in the small high school that we attended. I learned early that one would get praised for their labors in school work and slacked for fear of such praise. This praise that this one beside me fed off of sickened me. She adored it as much as I disliked it.

Although, like many others this one had faults.(1)

Her fault lie with those of other gossips in the small town in which we lived. This infuriated me to no end, thus thoughts of friendship evolved to something more.

She sat beside me in a mini-skirt and a tight spandex shirt that rode up to reveal what horrors lay beneath. Her feet were shoed with thonged sandles, which made me wrinkle my nose in disapproval as the revealing shoes proved that she had more rolls of fat on display. Her eyes were downcast, moving over the concreate beneath which we sat.

Those horrid colored eyes, leading one to think her a smart, sweet person. I frowned and previous thoughts were brought to the front of mind. I knew her for what she was now, something that I had never run into in life before.

Anyone from the city should now know that not all country folk are simple minded(2); as this one who had the southern drawl perfected from infancy surely broke the cliche.

Irritation quickly grew into hatred for the one sitting beside me. From the start of our friendship we had had little tiffs, but those were overlooked until the truth came about.

"You know, I've always wondered what was in the woods behind the school."

"Really? Me too!"

"Do you want to come with me to . . . explore?"

She smiled at me, "Sure."

I walked quietly beside the one who stomped her way about the sparatic grass and the rocks that littered the field behind the small southern high school.

A devious smile spread accross my face as I spotted debris around the outskirts of the heavilly wooded backround. My gaze shifted over each piece of garbage, reguarding it for its use.

"Oh, wow," I heard her murmmer as her hand carressed the worn fabric of a used sofa. Something coursed through my veins at that moment, and suddenly my eyes caught sight of a large blunt metal object.

I strode over to the object and weighed it in my hand. I smiled playfully and picked up an empty coke can, hitting the coke can like a bat would hit a baseball.

The can soared in the air before making its desent to hit a rock with a sound 'ping'. She watched my antics while I hit various objects with the blunt metal object, often giggling like a school-girl would. I smiled as she giggled and sidled up next to her. I bent to pick up an empty soup can beside her thonged foot, rising to hit the can soundly in the directon of the other objects that I had hit. While her eyes followed the soup can, my eyes followed the thick rusted metal bat-like object as it collided with her skull.

~Fin

(1)-besides the fact that she is ugly beyond compare.
(2)-from my experiences living in a city, no one cared about eachother much and were prone to ignore rather than take notice. In a country setting, everything is noticed and blown up to extreme measures, and gossip runs rampent whether it's true or not.