Blood, Batter, and Bangs

The cake was deliciously moist, fluffy, and sweet. In a word: perfect. Reggie hated every single bite. She chased the last bite with a cold glass of milk. Then she dabbed at her mouth with that perfect linen napkin. That was when she decided she was going to kill Lydia.

The following exercise class, Lydia asked Reggie about the cake. "It was wonderful," she answered, while secretly imagining pushing Lydia in front of a train. As Lydia lead the class in stretches, Reggie pictured her falling from a 7th-story window or being consumed by army ants.

"What are you doing?" Reggie's friend asked her over the techno music. "Why are you staring at Lydia?" "I don't know," Reggie said, flustered. She wiped the sweat off her brow and bolted out of the room. Once she opened her locker, she pulled a pair of scissors out of her bag.

She’d always wanted a Louise Brooks style bob. Lydia’s magnificent mullet was an entirely different style, of course. But it gave her the courage to pursue her haircut dreams. She grabbed a bowl and sat down in front of the mirror with her shears.

She closed the bathroom door so nobody would see her. There was only silence and the sound of the scissors cutting. But the silence didn't last long, Lydia started to scream and at the same time the sound of breaking glass could be heard.

“This is the bathroom, you idiot! Get out!” She gave the intruder a good slap across the face, which sent him flying off the ladder, landing with a huge thud. Lydia went about cutting her hair in peace.