Jawbreaker Page #5

That's for the Karen Carpenter table.

We're not stupid. We eat.

And we eat well.

We just don't eat in public.

Well, at school, at least.

We don't want people judging us by what we eat.

It gives them ammo,

and the only ones with ammo are us.

Food's cool and all.

You need it to live.

But the mere act of eating

invokes thoughts of digestion,

flatulation, defecation, even,

shall we say, complexion defection.

I wouldn't be caught dead

eating a greasy pizza.

Not even in front of the ultra-special

students, the deaf, dumb and the blind.

Because they're associating that

greasy pizza with your shiny face.

A zit, a blackhead,

a cluster of pores.

It's another vexing stress

we don't need.

Life is hard enough

without added anxiety.

So are introductions

in order?

Dane, this is--

Violette.

Hm. Pretty name.

You're a transfer or what?

Dane, let's not perplex her.

She's had a trying morning with the

trauma of changing schools and all.

Reagan's a whole new battlefield,

and we were on the subject of...

strategy.

But come by a little later.

I don't know about you,

but I could do with some kink.

You got it, baby.

Nice meeting you--

Violette.

Yeah, that. See you, Foxy.

Sit on it, Dane.

Heh, heh, heh.

Violette?

Mm-hm.

I like it.

It's called thinking on your toes, a

must if you're going to rule the school.

I was thinking, Fern.

It's a plant, right?

I don't know about you,

but I would much rather be a flower.

A rose? Too obvious.

Never send a rose unless

dyed black as a warning.

And if one is sent to you,

destroy it, along with the sender.

Emotionally, of course.

It's not like we kill people.

On purpose.

Anyway,

you're extra fancy. You're Violette.

My Violette.

May I help you?

I'm Detective Vera Cruz.

I need some information about one

- Elizabeth Purr.

Oh, my.

Julie!

What are you doing

waiting for the bus?

Don't ask.

What happened to your friends?

I don't want to talk about it, Zach.

Well, can I give you a lift?

Okay.

Cool car.

Thanks.

You shined today.

You've got the look, the walk.

But popularity is fleeting.

Trends change.

People change.

It's all about details.

Pay attention to details.

Look at my nails.

In junior high, I wore only pink.

Now it makes me puke. So I change.

See? It's called Demented.

Seriously, the color's called Demented.

Mine? Decayed.

Like Julie. Our friendship

with her is decayed. Rot.

Julie is over.

Done, null and void.

In two weeks, no one will know her.

Including you.

From now on, you don't know her.

Never knew her.

She's like Fern Mayo. A bad dream.

Get it?

Well, thanks for the lift.

It's no problem.

Okay.

So do you wanna, maybe,

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