It was dark by the time she finished walking the perimeter and returned to the gaggle of teenagers. Most of them were still milling about, squawking pointlessly to each other, several clearly had been crying. Useless, she thought. She locked eyes with the boy who earlier tried to taunt her as she left, “You were right,” she said and a smug smile crept across the boy’s face. “Indeed there was not much to figure out. For example, I can see everyone has already figured out that you are a self-important pretty boy who should not be allowed to speak." The young man looked stunned but she knew it would not last. "So don't.” She turned her back on him, depriving him of the audience his kind always craved.
“Girl!” Her voice sounded more harsh than she intended. Several heads turned, looking over their shoulders trying to see to whom she was speaking. Useless, she thought again. But one, the one to whom she had indeed been speaking looked directly at her, fixing her with dark eyes lit with tiny drops of the moon’s reflection. The girl and that gaze, stirred something familiar yet….she shook her head and said, “Tell me where the adults are,” then adding as an after thought, “and why you called me ‘Victoria’?”
