My hands clenched in fists at the sight in front of me.
There stood a short skinny girl. Her head was covered in pasta and tears were flowing down her face with the tomato sauce that dripped down her cheeks. Her clothes were also stained with fresh juice blotches. She was attached to the wall behind her, almost like she was hoping that it would open up and hide her inside itself to save her from this.
In front of her stood none other than Samantha Saunders and her bitches wagging their tails behind her. Samantha is the leading bitch of tyrants, yeah that's what I like to call her. She is a spoiled brat thinking everything and everyone as her dad's property.
She was holding an empty juice glass which she threw at the girl's face and said something I can't listen to because I was far away.
