MILLICENT
The milk bottle was still in her hand as she glared at me like she was about to rip my head off my neck. Oh well, it doesn't hurt to dream.
The students gathered were even more now. Probably every single student in the school at this point. There were literally students hanging off lockers, peeking around corners, whispering into each other’s ears and pretending to be busy with their phones even though they were just waiting to see what would happen next.
Fiona was still on the floor, her uniform soaked and wrinkled, her face streaked with whatever the hell that orange sauce was. She looked like she'd given up trying to wipe it off.
But I wasn’t going to let Sandra do this again. Fiona didn't do any wrong deciding she wanted to be friends with me, everyone has a right to the
