You think to yourself that perhaps this is really too much as you keep twirling and begin to
curtsey to yourself in the mirror. You s simply cant take your eyes off your own reflection.
Two yucky goth girls come over laughing. " Oh mama bread butt , did we blast you into sissy
hell or what."She is large and dark , not very ladylike at all. " Hey Sugarbuns , betcha cant
even remember your own name." This chunky goth girl and her silent friend are just sooooo
annoying , but she is right . What is my name? I dont know my own name. That is tragic , so I
blurt out the first thing my little bubble brain can think of." My name is Prissy , and I know
what boys like." Both of the hideous Goth girls collapse in hysterical laughter. I pause as
demure and sweet as possible and gaze at my own reflection.