Jess couldn’t get home any quicker. She was on the verge of tears after that bitch Megan was picking on her again. She couldn’t help it if she wasn’t as busty as most of the girls at her school, they were just the cards she was dealt with. Saying Jess was skinny was a little bit of an understatement. She looked borderline malnourished. At 5’5 and only 95 pounds there was little for the imagination, literally. It wasn’t her fault she rarely skipped meals. If anything she probably would eat too much then not enough. She just had the metabolism any model would be envious of.
Its probably why she became goth in the first place. Her friends didn’t care if she was a beanpole, they knew the real her. They also could cheer her up quickly too, get some Oreos put in a Bleach rerun and..
“OOF”
The next thing she knew her butt was on the pavement and her books everywhere. The man she bumped into looked down at her in an almost fearful state and only managed to say “Oh God!” before running off. Regaining her composure, Jess looked around to survey the damage. As she was picking up her stuff she noticed a broken vial however nothing seemed to be spilled.
“Well that’s odd,” mumbled Jess. “Oh well no harm no foul.”
And with that Jess walked home and continued on with her day. However, unknown to Jess something was indeed in that vial. Something that Jess will become all too familiar with.
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