Sonja
Marie was on her hands and knees, the empty tray lying beside her, with discarded food and broken plates scattered across the floor. Before I could react, the voice I despised the most pierced the air, echoing like the grating sound of nails on a chalkboard.
“You need to watch where the f**k you’re going,” Carla shouted down at Marie, as tears streamed down my friend’s face.
My body shifted into autopilot, propelled by a surge of adrenaline. In an instant, I stood before Carla, my hand extended, forcefully pushing her away from my friend. “Who the hell do you think you are?” I snarled, my voice laced with a mix of anger and protectiveness. Taking a protective stance, I positioned myself in front of Marie, poised to defend her if necessary.
“You should mind your own business, sava
