WHITNEY . D1 . CB

whitney

i'm like, a professional bad bitch. 

pink axe in one hand, target in my other- well like, i'm looking at the target. not holding it, that wouldn't make sense pfft; see, i'm like, the leader of cute shit. everybody who works for me has to wear pink or they can't work- nope, no way. we're not out here to be the best people! we're here to look the best! okay, it's a mix of both, but you know what i mean. i close one eye, training my target with the taste of coffee on my tongue- 

"BOO BITCH-

"FOR fuck's- Morty!" 

she goes off running, scrawny legs and all -- "you better run, charcoal mascara!" i swear, none of these other gym leaders have any class- come on! it isn't that hard to be the best at literally everything. i mentally hair flip, raising my axe back up to eye level.