The Devil Incarnate
During the tender ages of child development in my life, I encountered the supreme epitome of evil. Erin Wasson be thy name. In case you are unaware, Erin Wasson is a not so super model. She has graced the pages of just about every fashion magazine on the planet and is currently a Maybelline model. You may have even seen her on tv and on the displays in the cosmetic section of the supermarket. She's modeled for famous designers such as Calvin Klein, Donna Karan, and companies like the GAP. Putting her stardom aside, I hate her. Because she's a model? No. Because she's filthy fucking rich? No. Because she has everything she could ever want? Not even. I hate her because she tormented me and everyone else we went to school with from kindergarten all the way up to the present day. She is evil, she is malevolent, she is vile, immoral, and deserves a stake thru her still, black heart.
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You are looking into the eyes of evil...
In first grade, Erin and I were playing on the playground during recess. She had made a point earlier that day to tell everyone she wasn't wearing shorts underneath her jumper (we wore uniforms and girls usually wore shorts underneath them to save time changing for P.E.). We were crawling through this jungle of tractor tires and when we crawled out, she stopped and I bumped into her. She tripped, he skirt went up exposing her days of the week undies. She then goes and tells our teacher that I had purposefully lifted up the back of her skirt, which of course I hadn't. Obviously the teacher believed her over me becuase Erin was a kiss-ass, so I get into deep shit for something I never did.
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