High School

1 French Freedom and Fisher Friday were two girls that did not get along. They had been enemies in Pre-School, enemies in Elementary School, enemies in Middle School, and now they were rivals in high school. French made the National Honor Society. Fisher was voted President of it. Fisher joined the basketball team. French was voted captain of the cheerleading team. French joined the yearbook staff. Fisher became editor of the yearbook staff. Fisher got a crush on Jackson James, the star quarterback of the football team. French asked him to the homecoming dance, and that was when Fisher declared war.

2 At first they were only subtle mishaps, that were so unrelated that they had to be shrugged off as coincidental. Like when French's research report disappeared off of Mr. Head's desk before he had a chance to grade it. Mr. Head, of course, swore that he had never seen French hand in the assignment, because everyone knew that Mr. Head was the most hateful teacher in the whole school.
3 Or the time that Fisher opened her locker to find that it was full of mutated mime parts. Of course, no one beleived her when she said that French put them there, they all thought that she had regergitated them.

4
The problem finaly came to a head when French was nearly electrafryed to death while trying to open her locker, a locker which had been wired up to the metal shops 220v power. She very nearly became the worlds largest French fry. But it was what the electrisity did to her mind that was truly strange.....
5 At that point French decided upon the only course of action possible in such a situation - revenge.

"That bitch!" French wailed. She was sitting in the locker room after the locker incident that nearly cost her her life. "Can you believe she did that?"
"She's psychotic," Pinky Perdue, French's faithful sidekick, said.
"She nearly fried all my hair," sobbed French. "And right in front of Jackson James too. He'll probably never speak to me again!" French let out a heart-wrenching sob, and Pinky put her arm around her in her best effort to console her.
"Oh, of course he will. After all, you're French Freedom. He's lucky that you would even speak to him."
"Well," French stopped crying. "You have a point there Pinky."
"What you should do," offered Pinky. "is get back at that electricity psycho."
6
Three hours later, French and Pinky were waiting in an alley behind the taxadermy shop where Fisher was taking advanced anatomy and naturalogical animalistic post mordum. She was franticly taking notes for her term thesis entitled 'Lizards, Gizards, and other Icky Stuff'. She was totally engrossed in a detailed discription of Dr. Whanker's autopsy of a Gigantus Likalottapus.
Later, as she left the shop, she was unaware of the two dark forms which followed, darting from shadow to shadow.....
7 "Grab her Pinky!" French shouted, and Pinky dove toward an unsuspecting Fisher.
"I got her! I got her!" Pinky exclaimed triumphantly, with her arms around a large dark figure.
French struggled to keep her patience. "Pinky, do you see that figure running away at the speed of light?"
"Uh huh."
"That would be Fisher, getting away from us."
Pinky was confused. "I don't get it. If that's Fisher, then who did I grab?"
"ME!!!!" French screamed at the top of her lungs. "You low I.Q. imbecile. YOu grabbed me!"
Pinky released her captive and scratched her hand, the realization of her mistake finally occuring to her. Then she burst into a fit of laughter. "That's pretty funny, huh?"
French sighed, realizing that her choice in friends hadn't been a very wise one. The like a gust of wind, an idea hit her. "Pinky," she said. "We've been going about this all wrong."
"Going about what?" Pinky asked, her laughter abruptly stopping.
"How long have you and I been friends?"
"Since Pre-school," Pinky answered proudly. "I remember because the day we met-"
"Whatever Pinky," French waved her sentiments away, somewhat annoyed withe the irrelevant detail. "In all that time, Fisher and I have been enemies."
"Yeah, so." Pinky said as she cleaned the wax out of her ear with her pinky finger.

8 "Grab her Pinky!" French shouted, and Pinky dove toward an unsuspecting Fisher.
"I got her! I got her!" Pinky exclaimed triumphantly, with her arms around a large dark figure.
French struggled to keep her patience. "Pinky, do you see that figure running away at the speed of light?"
"Uh huh."
"That would be Fisher, getting away from us."
Pinky was confused. "I don't get it. If that's Fisher, then who did I grab?"
"ME!!!!" French screamed at the top of her lungs. "You low I.Q. imbecile. YOu grabbed me!"
Pinky released her captive and scratched her hand, the realization of her mistake finally occuring to her. Then she burst into a fit of laughter. "That's pretty funny, huh?"
French sighed, realizing that her choice in friends hadn't been a very wise one. The like a gust of wind, an idea hit her. "Pinky," she said. "We've been going about this all wrong."
"Going about what?" Pinky asked, her laughter abruptly stopping.
"How long have you and I been friends?"
"Since Pre-school," Pinky answered proudly. "I remember because the day we met-"
"Whatever Pinky," French waved her sentiments away, somewhat annoyed withe the irrelevant detail. "In all that time, Fisher and I have been enemies."
"Yeah, so." Pinky said as she cleaned the wax out of her ear with her pinky finger.

9 "Grab her Pinky!" French shouted, and Pinky dove toward an unsuspecting Fisher.
"I got her! I got her!" Pinky exclaimed triumphantly, with her arms around a large dark figure.
French struggled to keep her patience. "Pinky, do you see that figure running away at the speed of light?"
"Uh huh."
"That would be Fisher, getting away from us."
Pinky was confused. "I don't get it. If that's Fisher, then who did I grab?"
"ME!!!!" French screamed at the top of her lungs. "You low I.Q. imbecile. YOu grabbed me!"
Pinky released her captive and scratched her hand, the realization of her mistake finally occuring to her. Then she burst into a fit of laughter. "That's pretty funny, huh?"
French sighed, realizing that her choice in friends hadn't been a very wise one. The like a gust of wind, an idea hit her. "Pinky," she said. "We've been going about this all wrong."
"Going about what?" Pinky asked, her laughter abruptly stopping.
"How long have you and I been friends?"
"Since Pre-school," Pinky answered proudly. "I remember because the day we met-"
"Whatever Pinky," French waved her sentiments away, somewhat annoyed withe the irrelevant detail. "In all that time, Fisher and I have been enemies."
"Yeah, so." Pinky said as she cleaned the wax out of her ear with her pinky finger.

10 "Grab her Pinky!" French shouted, and Pinky dove toward an unsuspecting Fisher.
"I got her! I got her!" Pinky exclaimed triumphantly, with her arms around a large dark figure.
French struggled to keep her patience. "Pinky, do you see that figure running away at the speed of light?"
"Uh huh."
"That would be Fisher, getting away from us."
Pinky was confused. "I don't get it. If that's Fisher, then who did I grab?"
"ME!!!!" French screamed at the top of her lungs. "You low I.Q. imbecile. YOu grabbed me!"
Pinky released her captive and scratched her hand, the realization of her mistake finally occuring to her. Then she burst into a fit of laughter. "That's pretty funny, huh?"
French sighed, realizing that her choice in friends hadn't been a very wise one. The like a gust of wind, an idea hit her. "Pinky," she said. "We've been going about this all wrong."
"Going about what?" Pinky asked, her laughter abruptly stopping.
"How long have you and I been friends?"
"Since Pre-school," Pinky answered proudly. "I remember because the day we met-"
"Whatever Pinky," French waved her sentiments away, somewhat annoyed withe the irrelevant detail. "In all that time, Fisher and I have been enemies."
"Yeah, so." Pinky said as she cleaned the wax out of her ear with her pinky finger.

11
"Grab her pinky? " A disembodyed voice says from nowhere.

"And again da-ja-vu' strikes the unsuspecting group."

(Its as if a stray narrator was walking by.)
12 "So, what if we weren't friends any more do you think that Fisher and I would stop fighting?"
"What are you saying French? That we shouldn't be friends any more"
"Just until I can earn Fisher's trust and then I can ruin her life competely!!" French said laughing
horrificly.

Later on that day, French and Pinky were walking down the hall of Crack High School. "You remember
the plan right, Pinky?"
"Yeah, I remember." Pinky said smiling.
"OK, let's do it. Here comes Fisher."
As fisher walks down the hall French and Pinky start acting.
"Get away from me, you bitch!" French screamed at Pinky.
"Fine, I don't need you anyway, Bitch!!!" Pinky roared back.
Pinky stormed away.
Fisher came up to French and said, "What happened?"
"Oh nothing, I just lost a friend that I don't call a friend any more."
"You can call me friend." Fisher said sincerely.
"Good," said French with a twisted smile. "let's go friend."
13 Right at that moment the metaphorical knife was ripped out of French's back and deeply grounded into that of Fisher's. Pinky looked on from around the corner approvingly, visions of fertilizer bombs and black cat fire crackers dancing thru her head.
14

14. French told Fisher that she wanted to go over to her place that Friday to tell her all about it. Friday night came, French's parents had left earlier that day. French was home alone. Fisher came and knocked on the door. French and Fisher went up to French's room. "How long are we going to keep this charade up?" Said French. "What are you talking about French?" "You know what I am talking about Fisher, we both want eachother, we both know that." French turned out the lights and began french kissing Fisher. Fisher soon realized she liked it. French went down to Fishers vagina and began licking it and fingering it. Than Fisher did that do her. They had lesbian sex until morning, sharing several orgasms.