Guidance Counselor's Office, Wednesday

Electroclash didn't feel like being here.

So, business as usual, then. Since she was here, and looking surly as hell while she was. Although at least some of the surliness was due to Jenny's bloody stupid insistence that Sarah should make some kind of a cutesy little slideshow of some of their holiday photographs.

The computer wasn't co-operating. Neither with her feeble attempts at clicking things, nor actual raspy, electronic voiced commands.

"Un-fucking-believable."

Yeah, this was great and soothing.

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