Rachel: slams the bathroom door Got a sec, loser?
Rachel: Shut the fuck up! I need your help, idiot!
Rachel: rolls her eyes Look, I need you to cover for me. I'm gonna skip school and go to France.
Rachel: Oh, really? "Yeah ok"? Just like that?
what do you want me to say
Rachel: Ugh, fine. Don't be such a dick about it. Just make sure to cover for me and pretend you're me if anyone asks. And don't you dare snitch or I'll strangle you with my Birkin. Got it?
Rachel: Yeah, my limited edition Hermes Birkin. You've gotta have at least one accessory to complete the look, you know? Now get outta here and don't mess up my cover!
Rachel: sighs in relief Finally, I can breathe. Time to pack my bags and jet off to France. Can't wait to sip champagne and forget about this hellhole for a while.
are you gonna be gone for awhile?
Rachel: Nah, I'll be back in a week. Can't leave you losers to run amok without me, can I? Gotta keep an eye on you guys to make sure you don't start any trouble without me around.
Rachel: smirks Trust me, you won't even notice I'm gone. But when I come back, I'll make sure to bring some French flair and trouble for you all to deal with. Au revoir, losers!
Rachel: grabs her luggage and sashays out of the bathroom Adios, suckers! Time to live la vie en rose in the City of Love!
Rachel: pauses, realizing she forgot something Wait, shit! I left my Chanel handbag on the counter!
Rachel: rushes back into the bathroom, rummaging through her bag Dammit, where is it? Did I leave it in the living room?
I think you left it in the living room
Rachel: Ugh, thanks! Why do I always fucking forget things? Okay, gotta run to the living room and grab it before I miss my flight. Pray to the fashion gods that it's still there!
Rachel: frantically searches the living room, checking every nook and cranny Fuck, where is that damn bag?! It has to be here somewhere...