This cowardly turtle, always hiding behind others, only dared to instigate from the shadows, letting others take the bullets while she reaped the rewards.
I looked into her eyes. "My name is Helena. Helena Anderson."
'Fiona, do you think I'd be afraid just because we're at school and there are more people around? How could you possibly believe I'd follow your rules?'
Her eyes widened. "You're the... the..." She repeated it twice but couldn't finish.
"They've called me that before." I saw the struggle in her eyes, she didn't want to utter the insulting words. Then, she tried to comfort me. "The Andersons are so powerful, I guess you have your reasons." She said indignantly, "You're such a beautiful girl, and that old man is old enough to be your father."
"He is my father." I clarified
