Strings
Later that night, the girls slowly made their way back from a meal put on so that the various school teams could meet before the match.
“Well, the food was good,” said Zoe as they reached their room.
“If you like that sort of sweet, fatty rubbish!” commented Jilly sharply, as she pushed past Zoe and entered the room first.
“And it was kind of sweet of the Coach to see us back to the hotel safely.” Zoe tried to continue with the conversation, which was not going that well due to those odd acid comments from Jilly.
Strings,” muttered Jilly as she entered the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
“I think that was just to make sure we did come straight back to the hotel,” added Abbey as she shut the door to their suite and locked it: not that any member of the hotel staff would ru
