You are Kim. You are tall (5’11”) and thin with a modest bust (C cups) and curvy hips and nicely shaped bum. Like a tall, slender hourglass. You’d consider yourself smart as you have never had any trouble with school and are currently ace-ing the college courses you are now taking. You have a small comfortable group of friends, your family lives in town so you can always visit, and on a good day you get along with your college roommate. You’d generally consider yourself a good person.
Today, though, you were having a bad day.
The day started bad and only got worse. This Thursday morning you overslept and was late to your first class. The early spring weather had dipped back into cold territory with rain making the trek across campus wet and miserable. Your classes and classmates easily irritated you with each passing second.
Once the school day was done, you left for work. You worked as a cashier at the local grocery store. You were late though, as you missed the bus. Your boss chewed you out. Your coworkers got on your nerves. Customers were even more obnoxious and stupid than normal.
By the time your break rolled around, you were starving. Catch was you only had time to run to the McDonald’s across the street. Something you despised. It went against your diet a hundred percent but you needed to eat. When you finally clocked out at 10 PM, after a very long day, you thought things might be getting better.
You were wrong.
You caught the bus back to campus. While exiting, a frail looking beggar woman approached you.
“Please, dearie,” she said quietly. “Do you think you could spare some bus fare?”
“Fuck off, ya old hag,” you snap, not even hearing her. You shouldered past her and stormed off.
She cursed as she stumbled back, barely catching herself. You heard her say something about you being rude and mumble something under her breath. You ignored her.
As you entered your dorm building, another girl was exiting. The two of you collided and you were knocked to the floor. You glared angrily at the girl. She was a short, chubby girl with a bottom heavy frame.
“Oh my,” the girl gasped. “Are you ok? I didn’t see you there. I’m sorry!”
You jump to your feet and shove past her, but not before lashing out.
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