The Dawn of Panty-Girl

Hello hello, the word of the week is lead, and I am taking it to mean that heavy toxic substance on the periodic table.  Follow Kacey, as she makes a break from being one of the popular girls, and lives with the consequences.


The teacher stood at the front of the room holding up a pair of underwear at the end of a ruler like they were the most disgusting thing she had ever seen, demanding to know whose they were, and Kacey’s stomach felt like it was full of lead.

Those were her underwear, the ones that were missing from her gym locker after her shower, and from the smug smirks and giggles, she knew who the culprits were, not that there had ever been much doubt in the first place.

It had started last year when she was still one of those girls, but then life happened as it is wont to do, and she could no longer stand by and watch as they tormented classmates for things out of their control, so she broke free.

Being an it girl in high school bears more similarities to being in a gang* than one might expect, in so far as you didn’t get out, they kicked you out, and those who did leave typically suffered for it, though here the death was social in nature.

She didn’t regret it though, getting out, because her friends now, as few as they were, were actually her friends, and there was no pressure to perform to standard so that she could stand at the edge of a circle of girls that she knew spent their hours without her talking trash about her.

There were however, moments like these, where her underwear were being waved like a flag by an irate teacher that made her wish that high school would just end, and that she wouldn’t be known Panty-Girl, but alas there were three more months left of classes, so she raised her hand, accepting her new identity.


*Special add on here, I know that this is overly dramatic, and that being a girl in high school is very different from being a gang member.  That said, if you have ever been a high school girl and gotten too close to one of these groups you know that they are brutal and relentless, and in the moment this is what it feels like.  I will say the above is not my story, it is fiction, but what I went through makes me incredibly glad I was in University before social media came out.

Divine Retribution

The word of the week is BEAT for the six-sentence challenge by Girlontheedge. Today we follow the continuing story of Lottie, who has stopped trying to repent for her sins. This is going to go as dark as you may think, and I suggest you read the tags if you have triggers because they abound in this one. It works as a standalone, but you might want to go back to the beginning of Lottie’s story if you haven’t read it: Part One


The beat of Lottie’s heart in her ears almost drowned out the jeers of her classmates as she left the school for the last time.

All she had wanted was a friend, just one person not to make fun of her, and they had hurt her for it, made her suffer in ways no girl should be made to suffer.

Limping in from the football field after that lunch three weeks prior had been the tipping point, that moment where this went from possible to inevitable, and when the stick turned pink, she knew their days were numbered.

She pulled the supplies out of her locker, the chains for the doors, the gasoline, the matches, and she started her mission.

The halls were deserted, and there was no one there to ask questions as she walked down the hallways, a jerry can in each hand, chain draped around her like the parody of a necklace, accelerant pouring onto the floors. 

When the doors were sealed, it only took her a single match to light the thing up, though she made sure to use another at the other side, just in case, and she walked away from the screaming of her tormentors, never once looking back to see the vengeance she had wrought.