MicroHorror

Sue called it quits. Timmy’s crushed. When you’re in high school a six-month relationship is a lifetime. Sue’s a cute kid, nice little body; typical cheerleader type… I can see why Timmy’s upset. Thing is, girls Sue’s age love attention. A midnight drive, flowers sent to her work–Timmy didn’t stand a chance.

Tomorrow he’ll get his History test back. No more As. My little switch will drown him; kid can’t have a D! So with Sue and the grades it’s the classic one-two punch. Drop the ol’ Sabbath Bloody Sabbath CD in his lap, give him that look, I’ll be a hero! His folks get their money’s worth and Timmy’s just another “teen suicide.” There’s been so many in this town the last month.

I hope the McMillians are my last clients for a while. I need rest.