"Could you cut it out!" Cherry yelled at Gretchen, who was on her bed, humming a song and arranging some clothes. She raised her head and met Cherry's gaze, who snarled at her, "Stop disturbing everyone with your stupid song."
Here we go! The bully was about to strike. I said nothing, though, concentrating on setting up my makeup kit by my bedside. Why was she here anyway? She should have been out there with her friends, but instead she was there, painting her nails.
"Sorry," Gretchen mumbled, looking away from Cherry, who was still glaring at her.
"Humph!" Harles snorted, rolling her eyes, surprising both Cherry and me. She stood up from her bed, grumbling, "I just hate pretenders."
Now what the hell was she on about? My brows knitted together in confusion as I watched her put on her
