Today, Laura came to school full of energy. She was unusually wearing a dress, its long sleeves concealing most of the wounds on her body.
She came to me for help with a question, and I carefully explained it to her.
"Thank you, Kylia," Laura said somewhat awkwardly.
It seemed she and her best friend had reconciled. Gone were their cold expressions; they both greeted me with smiles.
Just then, Kesha strutted into the classroom.
She was wearing a burgundy dress, a Chanel runway piece, and carrying a Hermes bag, her demeanor as haughty as ever.
Kesha's lackeys rushed up to flatter her, puffing her up even more. "Peter insisted on buying it for me. He said my old clothes didn't suit me."
"Oh my god! So envious! Peter treats you so well!"
Kesha shot me a haughty glance. "Don't say that
