As the students left, she felt her anger drain. In its place came shame and embarrassment. She dropped the broken bottle to the floor and reached for her purse. It had only taken a little bit of goading for the girls in her class to make her crack like that.
Sophia rushed over and grabbed her arm, "Are you okay, Cathy?"
"I'm fine," Catherine sighed. "But I think those girls owe me an apology."
Sophia hesitated, "They do, but now might not be the best time to get it."
"No, I want an apology," she insisted. "I came here to try to make amends and to end things on a good note, but they attacked me."
"That seems fair," Sophia sighed. She raised her voice slightly, "Why don't you apologize and makeup, girls?"
"I'm sorry," the mousy haired girl said.
"I'm sorry," mumbled a few others.
"Oh, come on, this is pathetic," Madison snapped. "You're all going to apologize to the school bully now? If anything, she owes an apology to you."
