New Year's Alumni Reunion: My Performance of Torturing Scumbags1
Not the Prom Queen but a joke
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I, in a sweater and boots, pushed open the door and walked into the private room at eight o'clock in the evening, immediately seeing Betty and Lila dressed like fluffy roosters.
Betty raised her chin, sizing me up from head to toe, a hint of disdain curling her lips.
"Oh, look who we have here! It's our former prom queen, Aurora! This is a high-class place, why do you show up in a sweater? And where's your bag?"
Lila chimed in, "Prom queen? She's just a big joke! Her family went bankrupt long ago. Where would she get money for clothes and bags? She probably took the bus here. How embarrassing!"
"Does Miss Aurora take the bus? She's probably ignorant like those silly sweethearts in dramas who don't even know how to use a bus card."
This kind of scene played out countless times in the university dormitory. The room was full of our university classmates, all with a look of suppressed laughter, and some even laughed out loud.
My only good college friend, Wendy, stood up to speak for me but I pulled her back down.
"Sorry, I was nearby, so I just came over without bringing anything."