HAZEL’S POV
“Get your hands off me,” Celeste protested as she looked at me sternly.
Her eyes that were firm did not deter or scare me and her usual intimidation was not going to work on me this time. My anger has reached the top of the bottle and was spilling over. I could not contain it in any longer.
“I am sick and tired of this behaviour of yours. What? Do you think I am some kind of pushover? A dumb puppet that you can just use as pawn for whatever plan you’re concocting?”
Celeste scoffed. “What? What exactly is it you want to say? You want me to include you in my plans?”
“Is that not a given? Do I need to say before you know that you are supposed to? You tell me to do this, and that, but go behind my back and do a plan I have never been told about? Why? Why do you do
