The Typical School Squabble

“Look, I know you’re always worried about these kinds of things, but you can count on me! I know she’s quite a handful right now, but I know I can make things right.”
I plead to my friend David about helping him with his new friend, since Abby was definitely something else. Not only was she something of a loudmouth, but her overwhelming spontaneity and untimely charisma always seemed to pester him, so I insisted on patching up their little situation before he did anything too reckless (you know how teenagers can be). Besides, the fix didn’t seem too difficult (in my hands, at least). I’m certainly more tactful than most of my peers, who have a thing or two to blurt to our teachers every week. 
David crossed his arms, and with a deep sigh, accepted my offer. 
“Alright, alright. Just don’t fuck it up, or I’ll never hear the last of it.”
David left to take a walk and grab a pizza while I went upstairs to his room. I opened the door and was greeted by a familiar scene. The light blue walls and movie posters were once again coated in fresh paint. In a pool of her blood, much of Abby was sprawled out along the floor, nude. Her head was a couple of feet away from the door, and one of her arms still remained on his bed. Her expression “bled” sheer horror like none other. Before I readied my cleaning equipment, though, I started recording, for this part was always my favorite.
"The others were totally right about you - you're all over the place!"
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