She always picks all of the wrong days to mess with me and hell, she does mess with me well.
All I wanted was a cold bottle of soda, get out of this clothes, a warm bath to and lay on my bed. Was that too much to ask for?
It seemed she didn't get over our clash, earlier that sesemter, maybe taking me to the security headquarters was probably not enough punishment to her.
I also didn't get over it. I hated her ever since, making me admit to a crime I didn't commit, just for her silly show of power, wasn't something I was going to do willingly.
I guess not giving her the satisfaction she wanted, further pissed her off, because soon she was recruiting supporters.
Dress code wasn't something I paid much attention to, I didn't think I needed it because I was so sure I wasn't guilty of vi
