“Jodi! Get your fat ass over here.” My shoulders tightened. Her voice was the only thing sweet about her. Everything else was as phony as the wood paneling in my old apartment. I hurried as best I could with a long music keyboard in my right hand. My left shoulder carried fifty pounds of electrical cable for tonight’s concert. Since I was The Big Girl, I did the grunt work. I suspected even if I were thinner and shorter, she’d still have me move heavy equipment. I looked for a bare spot within the snake nest of wires. Last thing I needed was broken equipment, and money taken out of my small paycheck. I stared at her pursed lips and sharp features accentuated by her tightly pulled back blond ponytail. She should let her hair down. All it does is enhance her frown. Maybe that’s what she wants? I shrugged mentally and waited for the ass chewing. Back home in Arkansas, someone like her would give me grief – once. We wouldn’t get along. That’s for damn sure. Girls like her made school a living hell.
