'Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me.' Franny closed her eyes and tried not to perspire. She felt the prickle on her upper lip. These college girls were all the same. Big phonies. They all wore their cashmere cardigans and tweed skirts like it was a fucking uniform for the elitist and entitled. Because that's what it was, right?
Sometimes she wanted to strip it all off. Run through the streets in her underclothes. Not in a sexual way. In a 'fuck you' kind of way. She didn't want to be like every other girl. She'd keep the pearls though.