The Ordinary Girl_(0)
The Ordinary Girl Jimmmy D. “You’ve just got to remember to let the right one in.” “That’s it!” was what Felicity yelled into her cellular phone. Whoever might have been on the other end of the phone tried to splutter some sort of apology or excuse, but Felicity wasn’t having it. She’d had enough. “Fuck you, Fuck your friends, and Fuck that shriveled roll of dimes you call a dick!” were the last words she would ever speak to the person on the other end of the phone, and she punctuated it by throwing her phone over the pier and into the mississipi river. She stomped away from the muddy water and back toward Jackson square, where her friend Shelley was waiting for her. “Shell, I can’t take this shit anymore.” she told Shelley sitting …