Jennifer's Body Page #4

their manskirts.

People just burned to death.

Oh, cheese and fries!

There's somebody here.

I'm alone and I'm freaked out.

- Where's your mom?

Swing shift.

Stay on the phone with me, okay?

Needy, you want me to come over?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

Needy?

Chip, there's no one here.

So strange.

Maybe I'm going crazy.

Probably nothing.

Look, I'll call you later.

- Okay.

Hi.

What happened?

Jen?

Jen?

My mom got that at Boston market and...

Um, it's on your lips...

Jennifer...

Jennifer?

Are you scared?

Jennifer!

There's a body in here.

I heard Needy and Jennifer were there.

And they had to fight their way out

with a machete.

Look, she's not even mving.

It's called post-traumatic stress disorder.

My Dad was in operation during freedom...

..and he totally like, stopped talking,

like months.

I'll be Perfect Prom Barbie,

and you be her.

Why I should be ugly Ashley?

What wrong, Jennifer?

Don't tell my mom about this.

She'll make me get a shot.

I never tell on you.

Where's it at, Monistat?

You're alright.

- Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

I saw last night in my house...

- You do have a tendency to overeact.

You remember, when we were

in Girl Scout camp...

..and you totally thought there was

an earthquake...

..but it was just two guys with

a ghetto blaster?

People died, Jennifer.

It's like all over the news.

National news.

Anybody that we know?

We know everyone!

Sucks to be them, I guess.

What is wrong with you?

- What's wrong with you?

Besides the obvious surface flaws.

I knew it was real.

I'd been up all night scrubbing the

carnage off the linoleum.

Shoot.

- Please don't speak to yourself.

It's one of your more freakish

Needy behaviors...

..and that makes us both look like

total gaylords.

Eww, f***, you need a mani bad.

You should find a Chinese chick

to buff your situation.

This is a dark...

..dark day for Devil's Kettle.

And believe me, you.

I have been through some...

..some pretty heavy stuff.

We lost 8..precious students...

..including, Ahmet, from India.

Several parents, and our beloved

Spanish teacher,

..Ms. Erickson.

- No way! Erickson ate sh*t?

Now more than ever,

besides your teenage concerns about...

..who's the cool dude,

or who's a hole.

We can't let that damn fire win.

They already won.

God bless you, kids.

No band practice today.

- No anything today.

It's surreal, right?

I mean, when just one person dies in

Devil's Kettle, it's like time stops.

I feel guilty just breathing.

Word.

Chip, I need to tell you something.

Kind of weird.

It's about Jennifer.

- What?

Well, you know how last night we were talking

and someone came to my house.

Well, It was Jennifer!

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