SANDRA
“Tay,” I said, tapping my glossed nails against my water bottle, “schedule a meeting with my dumbass useless cousin.”
Taylor, forever loyal and tragically underpaid in compliments, tilted her head. “Fiona?”
“Who else?” I hissed. “She’s finally going to be useful.”
Fiona, my i***t cousin from Group C, had one talent and it wasn’t brain cells. It was being invisible, forgettable, and grossly obsessed with Millicent's fake-ass personality. Time to cash in.
Within minutes, Cassie appeared like a lost squirrel. Fiona wasn’t far behind, her usual confidence leaking out of her body like she’d been deflated. We cornered her just beyond the food storage shed.
“Get her,” I said lazily, and Taylor and Cassie pushed her up against a tree before Fiona could squeak.
“Whoa-hey! What the f**
