Sophie Barnes
“Fiona!” I exclaimed. The fact she knew I had my guard up the whole time, and she still tried to be nicer to me made my shoulders drop a little.
She laughed heartily and I joined in. The distinction in our tone was so obvious. Hers were rounder and fuller than, while mine could pass for an animal noise. That was the distinct difference between our laughter and I concluded it was something only wealth could give you.
Fiona adjusted in her seat, facing me completely. “First, it's 2024. I care more about why the government has us paying to be alive than what someone decides to do with their spare time.” she flipped her hair while I snapped my fingers consecutively, impressed with her mic drop.
“But Sophie, it's not every time people get to have their high-school bullies a
