Jul 06, 2006 09:30
I am a student in some pretty high-security school for disturbed girls, though it seems they've gone overboard because none of us are particularly disturbed. But there's a big dance coming up and we want to rebel. There is a big yellow bus and we're all getting ready for it. I'm trying to devise a way to make punked-out makeup out of flour and food coloring I stole from the kitchen. (they had 4 big boxes of food coloring, wtf) My goal is to make my entire body yellow, but then I realize that could be construed as racist somehow but it would be harder to do it with any of the other colors. So I think very hard of some other way to freak out the teachers and staff, but come up with nothing. At the last minute, another girl hijacks the bus, with me inside, and we drive around. I don't have any pants on, gut I get out anyway, and try to hitch a ride home. I wind up in a weird mini-themepark which is also a level of hell for cartoon dogs. There is a dog walking through it, banging a drum, trying to ward off cymball-playing birds. (I think they were birds, i don't know) He finds one tiny cartoon dog also playing a drum and it gives him hope, but then whoever is running the place (a big hand) takes away the little dog's drum and he collapses in tears. The first dog has to march on by himself, banging on his drum, surrounded by cymbal-playing birds.