Novel & Cerita Classy Trashy

I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

When our eyes met, she patted her belly like a trophy. I turned to leave. Another message popped up. [Are you fuming right now? Must be, huh? I mean, I'm pregnant, and you—you don't even have a uterus anymore. You'll never be a mother. So sad! Oh, and I heard women without a uterus age faster. Need me to recommend a good cosmetic doctor?] A lump formed in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I typed back. [Thanks! Wishing you twin boys this time, triplet boys next, and quadruplet boys after that. Hope you like chaos.]

“Listen here, let me teach you something that you may never learn in school. The thing about trash is that whatever you do to it, it remains trash. You can paint it nicely or put it in another bag; you can dress it up in expensive stuff and even put perfume on it, but it would always be freaking trash.” “It goes the same for you. We all know that you’re now staying with the Alpha and Luna of the pack for some reason unknown to us. I mean, who would want to take in an ogre to live with them? You’re finally living the life of your dreams and now wearing fancy stuff, but that does not change who you are, does it?” Sasha continued as she got closer to Clary. “I didn’t say that I’m changed.” “Oh,

"Moira, you're unbelievable. As if it wasn't enough to turn Elmer's parents against me, now you're trying to emotionally manipulate him too?" Elmer hesitated. "Is it fake?" Larissa looked completely confident. "Of course it is. At first glance, it looks like something from a hospital, but my department sometimes makes props for film crews. This is clearly a fake." Then she turned to me, all self-righteous. "Moira, some things aren't meant to be joked about. You guys might want kids someday, and we're adults. How can you use a baby to make Elmer feel guilty?"

"Excuse me?!" "Oh? Why? What I'm saying is true," the girl replied, tossing her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder. She let out a cruel, mocking laugh. "You don't belong in this high-end industry. Look at you. You look like you belong in the trash instead. Maybe you should go find a job as a garbage collector."

A rich woman with delicate makeup and a strong aura grimaced and started to touch him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dirty your clothes. Let me help you wipe that off…” “Get out!” Jack flung her hands away with a darkened expression. Then, he splashed hot tea on the woman. “Old hag! How dare you dirty my expensive suit?! Get a taste of your own medicine! “Take a good look at yourself. How dare you touch an impressive man like me?” The tea trickled down the rich woman’s temples.

"We have no real bond. If you want to talk about bonds, I admire the connection between you and Lisa—the perfect 'fostered' setup. I'll be rooting for you two!" I turned and walked to my car. I fired the company security guard on the spot. I also decreed that from now on, all trash bins in the company would be transparent—I refused to let outside garbage sneak in again. Alistair never made it in again, though he only sank lower. He posted public apologies online, knelt outside our company begging for forgiveness. Lisa tried desperately to drag him away, but he shoved her violently. She fell to the ground and bled immediately.

"If I were your parents, I would be ashamed. What a waste of sperm and space. What a waste of time and money on you." Poppy flinched as if I had physically struck her. "You’re so insignificant that I used you as my test subject. Out of all the people I could have gone to tonight, I came here first. Not because you were important." I smiled sweetly. "But because you were the easiest to destroy." I straightened, brushing an invisible speck of dust from my sleeve. "Trash is trash, no matter how you look at it." Then I tossed the napkin at her, watching as it landed on her lap, staining the fabric of her already ruined blouse.

Stroking my neck and the floor shambling against my feet, I ran out of the meeting hall. “What a two-faced bitch. She acts all pure, but then she sells her body like a slut to old men. Goodness! Money for sure can't buy class and decency.” I winded up to the curb. I pulled up my phone only to see the video and my name trending on the internet.

Claire said to Clara, whose smug face instantly drained from all colors. "I mean, aren't you wearing this heavy makeup just for college because you are scared these fucking pieces of trash are going to call you ugly?" Claire said with a sarcastic smile. She continued... "Oops! My bad. I think you have forgotten something. This is college. A place you come to learn and acquire knowledge, not a nightclub where fake beauty is needed." Claire deadpan again. All the students were stunned to even say a word. The most stunned one was Clara. She was so angry that her face looked scary coupled with her thick makeup.