âYeah, okay. Iâm the bitch. Iâm such a bitch for wanting to make sure my sisterâs okay. In fact, Iâm probably the worst one in this school,â Tink grumbled, finding no release for the anger brewing within her aside from a quick punch to the stone wall she stood against. âShit, bad idea, bad idea.â Taking a quick look at her reddened knuckles, she swore again. âPerfect.â
Letting out a silent gasp as the girlâs fist made contact with the stone, Ariel rushed over to her, taking her hand instinctively. Mouthing a silent apology, she dropped her hand gently, releasing the whiteboard from under her arm--her new approach to the whole writing instead of talking thing. âYou okay?â she wrote, shoving the marker between her teeth.














