at first you can't figure out where you are, you see in the gloom some fabric of green and black, the school colours, but you arn't sure what that means...that is until you hear a click then see water begin to pour into this metal place your in. that bitch tossed you in the schools washer with the cheerleader uniforms! you struggle quickly trying to reform from being a flat putty smear to try to call for help when your world tilts, the barrel beginning to spin, making the uniforms pour over you, burying you in the middle of their shiny mass, weighted down by the water soaked into them it was like being in a vice. the taste of fabric conditioner filled your mouth making you wince as the spinning increased in speed.
you were slammed about, rubbing against the clothing, slamming into the barrel, sliding against the thick glass of the door as the washer did its job. as it got hot however, your body got softer and suddenly you found yourself clinging more and more to the clothing you were washed with, soon after the dry cycle began and the heat was unbearable, it didn't take long for you to pass out from the heat and swirling motions, now unaware of what was happening to you.
Kara came back during break to collect the cheer uniforms from the washer for lunch time practice. she casually blew a bubble with her bubble gum while pulling out the uniforms, checking each and every one for you as she did so...
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