I swore as I swivelled in my heels and walked away, with the pain from walking too much in them flowing up my legs. I jerked back as my foot stamped a glass piece, causing me to almost lose my footing. I stepped back from the danger zone, hiding behind a rack.
"What do you think you are backing off for, coward?" she sneered. "You thought you can run and hide?"
"I'm only keeping a safe distance from the glass," I said. "Don't you think you are acting up too much even for a senior? But of course, with your phoney friends influencing your mind and attitude, you wouldn't care for your dear father or even your health."
"SHUT UP!" she roared. "You don't understand or know anything!"
"I know enough to realise that you should be thinking about the people who truly love you, not those who seek after you for attention. The fake people don't define you or your life. You define yourself."
