Heather sat with her usual circle near the centre of the boneyard. Gina was laughing too loudly at something stupid, and the other girls leaned in as they painted their nails with polish.
"So, how's it going with her? She asked, "Has she told Zeke about you yet?!" Gina asked first, forcing the other girls to lean even closer.
Heather seemed bored, and stabbed a fork down on her meal, "I don't think so. The bitch is being stubborn, and impossible, and the play is in a few days. I can't act with Zeke if he doesn't soften up to me before then...," She clicked her tongue angrily, "Maybe I should just tell the Commandant and get her expelled already. Seeing her face in that masculine skin is already annoying enough,"
"If you get rid of her before she can help you get a hold of Zeke, what would you do, then?"
"I'll take out all my frustrations on the blonde idiot. Her face would serve as an appropriate punching bag till the day I feel better,"
Gina and the rest laughed.
