New Bully

“The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it. ”

― Roseanne Barr

Another week had passed but there was still no sight of Catalina. To my excitement, Loralie did show up after the weekend but I didn't want to test the waters by communicating with her. She was definitely the kind of person who wouldn't mind going to jail as long as they get what they want. Test the waters? Bloody hell, in her case, it would be testing the acids. Elwyn found novel ways to try and get her to talk to us during lunch break which resulted in instant, failed attempts.

"Nobody loves me. I hate myself," He dramatically exclaimed.

"You're not the only one who thinks that Elwyn," Loralie lifted her head and spoke.

"That's so swee-"

"I hate you too," She said and went back to burying her face in a paper.

"Okay, now that's just plain rude!" He banged his fist on the table.

"At least your pea-sized brain could comprehend that," She didn't look up this time.