33. Classroom

The classroom was large, filled with laughter, and a girl on the verge of sobbing. Her blond hair covered in macrame paste - god she hated her life.

“You are a jerk” she squeaked at her classmate and sighed she didn’t like jerks.

“Come off it Devereaux it gives you a certain something and proves you are careless.”

Alicia didn’t want to learn how to roll with the punches but throwing them wasn’t her thing. Glancing around the classroom she simply decided that these people weren’t worth her time. They weren’t her friends and she didn’t want to their be friends.