Jawbreaker

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First, you need to know something about them.

The beautiful ones.

The flawless four.

Everyone wanted to be them.

You know them.

They went to your school too.

They totally ruled.

The one in green, that's Courtney.

She was the leader.

She was like Satan in heels.

The blonde, Marcie Fox,

a legend in her own little mind.

Known to herself as Foxy.

The leggy one with the pigtails is Julie,

doomed to be popular because of that face

and because she was best friends

with the one in the pink.

That's Liz Purr.

She was special.

Everybody loved Liz,

not just because she was beautiful

and popular and rich and smart.

She was all of those things,

but more than anything,

she was sweet.

Courtney ruled with terror,

but Liz ruled with kindness.

She was like the Princess Di

of Reagan High,

and that pissed Courtney off.

Liz Purr was just...

Well, she was perfect.

I used to dream about what

it would be like to be her:

Elizabeth Purr.

It's a shame about

what happened to Liz.

That was no way to wake up

on your 17th birthday.

Ah!

She is gonna die!

It's so much better than last year.

I wish my friends did that for me.

Yeah, right. You'd have us killed.

Brutally maimed, my dear.

What're we gonna do to her?

We'll stuff her pretty face

with pancakes,

then tie her to the flagpole in her bra

and undies and watch the fun begin.

Whoo!

She is gonna die! Ha, ha, ha.

Polaroid.

Hey, birthday girl, rise and shine!

Who's doing the honors?

Me.

Aren't we anxious?

One is for witch,

two is for bitch...

Pop it, Marcie!

Surprise!

Oh, my God.

What happened to her?

What's in her throat?

Courtney?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

This is a joke, right?

This is a total joke. Say it's a joke.

It was supposed to be for fun.

- Oh, my God!

This isn't happening.

I just didn't want her to scream.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, Liz!

I thought a jawbreaker

would be funny.

You gagged her

with a jawbreaker?

We have to call someone

right now.

No way.

Why not? It was an accident.

Oh, my God,

did you hear that?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Sick?

That's it. Liz is sick.

Courtney, she is dead.

Does school know that? Don't think so.

What? You cannot just call in sick for her.

We have to tell somebody.

Liz is--

Dead. Liz is dead.

Do you have any idea

what that means?

You're a shoo-in for prom queen?

That is so not funny.

Our best friend is dead.

People won't be pleased.

But they'll understand.

No. You understand.

I am not getting fucked

because I was sweet enough to play a

clever prank for my friend's birthday.

Just give me the phone.

Okay, who's got

the motherly voice?

No. No way.

I want nothing to do with this.

Okay.

Wait, Courtney--

Shh.

Ms. Sherwood, please.

Hi, Ms. Sherwood, this is Mrs.

Purr, Elizabeth's mother.

I'm sorry, but Elizabeth

won't be to school today.

Oh, I know,

she's had a lot of absences,

but the poor dear woke up

with a blistering fever.

Can you send one of her friends

with her assignments?

Thank you ever so much.

Have a nice day. Bye.

That was really good.

What do you mean?

The way you imitated Liz's mom.

I'm just saying you're in control.

Oh. I know.

Okay, reality check. Liz is in the

trunk of this car, and she is dead.

That is a sad,

fucked up thing.

But you will walk into that school

and strut your shit down the hallway

like everything is

peachy fucking keen.

Get it?

Julie?

Whatever.

All right, bitches, out.

Move it, move it!

That means you too, gusher.

Come on.

Hi, Julie.

Oh. Hi, Fern.

No, no, no, space cadet.

Drinking fountain

down the hall.

I don't think I can

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