Fake Cramps & Jesus Lovers

Marie strutted down the hall, her mini skirt swishing back and forth and her heels echoing throughout the empty halls. Normally she would have been in class today, but she'd woken up that morning with a boiling pot of inspiration to spread the good lord's word. And well, that had lead her to take her mom's ferrari for a joyride into town and her first stop had been a strip club. Well actually it had turned out to be her only stop. Anyway, that had led to her doing a strip tease to one of her favourite gospel songs, and lap dances in the name of Jesus.
Unfortunately Papa Del Ray had walked in mid strip tease and demanded she go to school. So here she was, bible in one hand, and purse in the other. There was no way she could enter class looking like this though, so a quick stop in the loo was a must. Slipping through the door, she made her way to the mirrors, next to some obvs Jesus-less girl. Normally Marie would have said something, but she was far too busy and decided to just ignore her. Pulling a small baggie from her purse, Marie began to powder her nose with some grade A coke, courtesy of the strip club. "Amen." She raised her hands into the air, and blew the heavens a kiss in between sniffling.

Marie felt a lot better after that little touch up, and so much more prepared to go face class. Not that she really needed any confidence. all the classes here were pointless, and they totally left out the parts about Jesus in the history books. Like what even were they learning? Pointless crap to encourage them to sin. No thanks.

Running her fingers through her hair, she almost didn't realize that the sinner girl was speaking to her. Marie glanced at her in the mirror, then to her nose to see what she was talking about. There actually was some powder left over, and Marie calmly wiped it away. "It's called Angeldust. I'm an angel of Jesus." She flashed her an obvously fake smile before flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Not that you would know anything about it." She shrugged and returned to reapplying her make up. The little stint at the strip club really left her disheveled.

Marie had a moment of feeling bad for the girl next to her, but it came to an end faster than she could say Hail Mary. Sure it probably wasn't all her fault that she was such a sinner, but like, she obviously wasn't making any efforts to get closer to God. As the girl spoke up, Marie simply rolled her eyes. It was times like this that she really appreciated Jesus, because without him, she'd be shanking bitches left and right. "Do I look like an illegal immigrant to you? I'm like basically a future Miss America, you trailer trash hooker!"
Taking out a tube of lipstick, she coated her lips with a bright red. Some people liked to call her a whore for it, but she was simply symbolizing the blood that the son of God had shed for his people.
"You know, you're going to die in the ghetto that spit you out. And after that, let's see how much you enjoy being Satan's personal whore!" She slammed her fist on the counter and pulled another small bag from her purse. Arranging the white powder into the shape of a cross on the counter, she snorted it effortlessly. "You know what? I'll be the better person." She shrugged, and pushed the small baggie towards Kelly. "Join us, become an Angel of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour. Save yourself."

This was horrible. Marie silently asked the heavens to look away, for she was ready to commit murder, and could not have them watching. She'd have to get to her phone somehow to ask her dad to come help get the body out of here. Or maybe she'd chop it up into little pieces and flush it. This girl was lower than shit, so it would only be fitting. Wiping her tears from her eyes, she watched the fire with a newfound determination. The flames reflected in her eyes and she felt like she could burn the whole world. Well until the nasty ass bitch tackled her and began rubbing up all on her. What was with all these nasty bitches tryna ride her holy stick. Like damn. "AHHHHHHHH GET OFF ME. BITCH! RAPE! RAPE! RAAAPE, LESBIAN RAPE." She began shrieking, as her hair caught fire. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I AM BEING RAPED MY SATAN HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She began to squirm and trash about violently as if possessed, and make inhuman noises. Balling her fists up, she started beating the vile creature in a desperate attempt to put the fire on her head out. Angels couldn't be bald. "MY HAAAAAAAAAIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

Marie pretty much zoned out as much as she could, and was basically reciting every prayer she knew, out loud an din her head. Could this really be her time? Obviously not! This was murder. She was going to die by murder, from this skanky little witch. Maybe God would carry some revenge out in Marie's name and give the ho a heart murmur or something.
For the first time in her life, Marie was starting to question whether there was such thing as too much hairspray. She had used two bottles this morning, as working the pole required your hair to have extra support. Just as she thought she could feel God whispering down to her, she was dunked headfirst into some sort of liquid. Water? What was this? This wasn't death. Where was the bright light?! WAS EVERYTHING JUST A LIE?!
Pulling her head out of the water, she started sobbing even more as she realized the water was from a toiler, but also because she wasn't dead. Maybe there was still hope for this one. Or maybe it was just God intervening. Spitting out toilet water, she dried her face off with some toilet paper. "You, you, you saved me?"