I left her office then, only to bump into Ace, who had evidently heard everything. When she saw me she hastily wiped at her reddened eyes and ran out of the room. Despite my better judgement telling me to leave her alone, I went after her.
“Hey, Ace, stop. Slow down!” The girl was faster than I would have thought she’d be. She listened, slowing down and plopping down on a rusted metal bench. I sat down next to her.
“What do you want?” she asked, still wiping her eyes, smearing black mascara and eyeliner below them like a raccoon. It was kind of cute, if I was being honest. “You’ve never liked me. None of you have. I’m too abrupt, brusque, and smart for you. I’m not pretty and cute and soft like other girls. I’m vocal and I’m Goth and I can spew off serial killer facts like most girls can
