"Excuse us, please, we have somewhere to be," Malia spoke up, drawing Alan's attention to their group of five. He frowned, then looked back at Eira.
"You have friends now?" he asked incredulously. "Did you get them to pity you with lies? You're so pathetic, fake, and deplorable."
Eira scoffed and shook her head. "Are you done? If so, get out of the way." There were so many things she wanted to say, but she held back, knowing she had an image to maintain.
"Getting bold, huh? Anyway, I wasn't here for you. Where's Myra? She wasn't at school yesterday or today."
Eira chuckled. "Why should I answer you? Just because you asked?"
Alan gritted his teeth. "Ephyra, where is Myra? You live in the same house, so you must know why she didn't come to school."
Eira stepped closer. "If you want something, ask nicely. But since you're so desperate… Myra's being punished by our father, and you won't see her for a month."
