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A stuck up sorority sister learns a harsh lesson.

Submitted: August 11, 2017

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Submitted: August 11, 2017



"Like, I would let you join this sorority, with your nappy hair, and out of style clothes," Lucy snarled.

"But I did all the challenges you requested," Hollie sobbed. Her glasses became steamed up from her tears.

"Ha! Look at you, and look at me!" Lucy propped up her thin, shapely leg on the chair. She was clad in a leather mini-skirt, and knee length boots. She tossed her long, blond hair to one side. "What can I say? You're fat, homily, and you wear dime store clothing!"

Lucy's friends snickered in the background.

Hollie ran out the door sobbing. Her mother found her hanging from a tree branch the next morning.

Lucy found a note under her pillow written in red ink. "You have been cursed."

"Very funny, you guys," Lucy said to her sorority sisters. They had no idea what she was talking about.

Lucy woke up, and splashed water on her face. She looked in the mirror, and screamed. Her face was covered in wrinkles. Every item of clothing she owned, was covered in ash, and would not wash out. Her scraggly gray hair was attached to a cooking pot, that was permanently stuck to her head.

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