"Journalism is dead? WTF does that even mean? Don't just quote a random Twitter hashtag." Liv exclaimed not at all caring for May's off-handed comment. May's eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and hurt as she squared her shoulders.
"You wouldn't understand because you weren't there," May retorted, her voice tinged with bitterness as she shoved her notebook into her backpack. Her movements were sharp, almost angry, as she didn't want to stay in the room for any longer than she had to.
Emma's eyes darted nervously between May and Liv, unsure how to diffuse the rising tension. She opened her mouth to say something, but May was already standing up, her bag slung over her shoulder. "You didn't go through the harassment after the shooting, being blamed for the shooting by reporters looking clickbait after Toby shot up the school. Matter of fact you're never there!"
