You weren't taking any of Heather's shit. As soon as you were face to face with her you made sure she knew how you felt. The words "Lose some weight, bitch!" flew out of your mouth and hit her like a brick.
A look of both shock and anger shot across her face. "That's rich coming from someone who's probably less than one tenth of a calorie. I don't think you realize just how pathetic you really are, so let me enlighten you." Heather scooped your tiny body up with her fingernail and placed you on top of her soft bottom lip. "Take a long hard look at the mouth of the person you just insulted."
Heather slowly parted her lips revealing a fascinating and terrifying sight to you, the inside of her mouth. Her lip was like a pink beach greeted by an ocean of saliva. The back of her throat was a waterfall of doom that lead to the hell that was her stomach. A warm moist air and the milky smell of her breakfast completely enveloped you. Seeing just how horrific something as simple as her mouth could be made you fully aware of the power Heather held over you.
Heather let out a hot breath from her throat pushing you off of her lip and back into the palm of her hand. "I think someone owes someone an apology."
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