Shannon’s eyes almost burst out of their sockets as she saw Clarisse grab a pair of scissors and come her way. Clarisse saw the panic in her eyes, and gloated over the fact that she knew Clarisse could touch her if she really wanted to. Scrambling out of her chair, Shannon knocked over several items off of her vanity table.
“G-g-get away from Shannon!” she stammered. “Sister Clarisse, get away from Shannon!”
She was frozen with fear at the sight of Clarisse’s cold expression. Her eyes of clear amethyst were as sharp as any cut diamond, and Shannon couldn’t move a muscle at all. What was she going to do?
Clarisse was having fun at the sight of her trembling in fear. How could she be so bold to harass the maids and be this much of a coward with her? Clarisse couldn’t help but gloat, a smirk and a scoff escaping her lips.
“What is Sister Clarisse going to do? Why do you have a scissor in hand?”
