Chapter Sixty-Seven – Elsa and Barbie.
“Oh Gladys, did you call your big sister to scold us. Oh, I’m scared” the taller boy mocked, totally ignoring me.
He shut up when Gladys dropped her bag on the ground.
“Tyler. If I was a boy, I’d be much more cooler than you’d ever be. Thank the Good God I wasn’t” and she turned go the smallish boy, “And you, Jake, I can beat you in football anytime. Wanna bet? My dad was a policeman so I’m really fit” she smirked as she rolled her eyes at the boys.
I guess she didn’t need my help much.
I patted her head and turned to leave.
I was at the gate when I heard a female, with a subtle Spanish accent, yelling at Gladys, calling her a “Gold digging orphan”.
Why wasn’t I surprised to see Mirabella?
“Guess today is bully Gladys day, isn’t?” Gladys massaged her temples. Why wasn’t she offended she was called a gold-digging orphan?
She wasn’t am orphan. And for facts, her both biological parents were alive.
