The girls paced about in the hall outside of the gym, giggling about the needle full of pain that awaited them, hyperventilating just to have something to do, passing out for a bit of attention and telling each other tales of past shots. The bovine, brainless behaviour wasn't going to save them from ten seconds of unnessecary pain, neither was it going to make the ten seconds any better. Clara supposed they wanted it to hurt so badly that they screamed, make them bleed so heavily that they soaked the floor in a pool of crimson and give them something to gossip about later when the hot topic of what's-her-name's new hairstyle wore off.

Clara really hoped that soon she is enlightened with the knowledge of what's so fun about practically reliving the experience of a needle full of who-knows-what being put through her skin (sarcastic voice).

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