"Hey, you! Are you having trouble understanding me, or is there something wrong with your ears? Did you not understand what our president just said? If not, I can repeat it for you. This winter camp isn't just for the high schools in Sanford anymore—it's a national, even international, exchange conference! Do you really think a bunch of country bumpkins like you are fit to be seen here?"
Crystal Marshall spoke caustically, her eyes filled with scorn and contempt. "If you know what's good for you, you'll leave quietly. Don't wait for the school to kick you out! The student representatives from all over the country will be arriving soon. If they see a bunch of country bumpkins like you, they'll look down on us for it! They'll think Sanford ran out of people and had to let in sheltered students like you!"
Crystal Marshall's words reignited the students' fury, but Seraphina Sterling simply gave her a cool glance. "It seems you're a participant in this winter camp, then?"
