In the distance, whistle calls for assembly echoed, accompanied by several shouts.
Grinding her teeth, Rowdy Brightwill threw a fierce punch, hitting the rock wall beside her.
A dull thud resounded.
The force was unreserved, and intense pain rebounded from the wall.
She drew back her fist.
On the rock wall, at the spot she had hit, bloodstains lingered.
Clenching her fist, Rowdy Brightwill headed towards the assembly area, the skin torn at the knuckles, as fresh red blood slowly seeped out.
...
Flossie Wright returned to the dormitory.
She took a shower, washing off the sand and saltwater, then put on a new set of casual clothes.
Her usual casual attire.
With a white long-sleeved shirt underneath and a black jacket on top, left unzipped, along with jeans and canvas shoes, her tall frame looked comfortable and at ease.
After changing clothes, Flossie picked up her phone from the floor, turning it on.
Then, she dialed Perry Reed's number.
