MILLICENT
Sandra started whining the second we crossed the first tree line. Something about her boots being too new, the path being too narrow, and her thighs being too toned for this kind of pedestrian nonsense. Her words not mine.
"This isn't a hike," she snapped, tugging her jacket tighter around her waist. "This is a punishment for being pretty."
I didn’t respond to that, no one did. Zayne had his hood up and earbuds in, pretending to ignore her even though the cord was obviously not plugged into anything.
Emily and Taylor lagged behind, whispering and giggling, heads bent like conspirators in a teen movie. Sandra tripped over a rock and yelped loud enough to scare a flock of birds out of the trees.
"Owww! Oh my Goddess! My ankle! It snapped. It's broken. It’s literally broken!"
