Meet-The-Real-Me

“Square up, bitch,” Misako warned, bouncing on her toes as she assumed a brawling stance, her fists adorned with her signature pink spike knuckles. She glared over at her orange-haired friend, who looked back at her with confusion mixed with a hint of exasperation. “Really?” Kyoko sighed, reluctantly assuming a fighting stance of her own. If she’d known what this was what Misako meant when she’d told her to ‘meet me behind the school after third period,’ which for them meant the dingy paved area adjacent to the parking lot and the football field, she would’ve changed into a thong. She hated fighting with briefs on; they always rode up when she beat the shit out of people. And on that topic… why was she having to beat the shit out of Misako again? “What’s this even about, dude?” “Bitch, I know you stole my lunch box, bitch,” Misako snarled. She made to pound her fist into her hand, but awkwardly stopped herself when she realized she’d be giving herself a few puncture wounds if she did