You might've heard of me. You might've not.
I really couldn't give less of a shit.
Well, it is a pretty town. I can appreciate the aesthetic appeal of this town.
But, yes. I do. Not many people notice.
I don’t think we’re seeing this place from the same view, sweetheart.
Oh, I’m well aware of that, Shay.
I know I live a pretty darn well charmed life, but my life isn’t perfect. Far from it, really. And you know how big I am about giving back.
You’re the ever-perfect Penelope Blanchard. You’ve got it pretty easy.
To what, charity cases like me? Save it, I would rather be poor and seen as I am than seen as perfect and boring.
Right.
You’re sensing nothing. I just assumed you meant yourself, considering how beautiful Sennewica is.
Beautiful?
Don’t you have quite the sense of humor?
Such harsh words.
Well, it’s not exactly a gentle world, sweetheart.
Although you wouldn’t know with your mansion and perfect life, would you?
You never know. More likely for something to happen out there than cooped up in here. I’m getting the hell out as soon as I can.
My name’s Brandy Shepherd. And you are?
Shay Hughes. I’ve heard of you around. Your parents own the peach farm.
Well, isn’t it great for you that you’ve got the means to do that.
Cranky, cranky Shay. Go jerk off and you’ll feel better.
All jerked out.
Well, I don’t think it warrants cussing.
Fuck it.
Isn’t it though?
Do my eyes deceive me or is there someone else who actually wants to leave this hell-whole?
Sure, I want to leave. But it’s not like anything’s gonna happen for me out there. So, here I am.
You can’t choose the body you’re born in. You should accept yourself.
I’m talking about the town, not me.
Am I sensing that you may not like my stunning good looks?
