What the f**k is wrong with me?
Horror washed over Naomi at the realization of what she had done. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…I’m so sorry!” She rushed over the girl who was crouching down the ground, wearing a sour face and nursing her bruised ankle. The scent of artificial apple flavour dusted the air as some sticky, yellow liquid drips from the top of her scalp down her shoulders.
Naomi is a monster. Her gut automatically turned upside down at the sight of the poor girl. She knew that no matter how genuine she intended for her voice to sound, her apology would only sound half-assed. But still, she needs to try. “I’m really sorry, I—“
She reached over the inside of her pocket to reveal a faded pink handkerchief. Naomi meticulously wiped the juice that stained the gir
