The papers scattered in every direction, including the ones she had just completed for her extra credits with Mr Craigsdale. He was always pushing her, and if she was honest the interest he seemed to have in her was bordering on creepy. She bent down gathering the papers as fast as her freezing fingers would allow. Leaving the house she had forgotten her gloves and the trudge through the snow had left her chilled to the bone. A perfectly formed leg came into view, standing directly on top of the piece of paper Kat had just attempted to pick up. Tilting her head upwards she swallowed hard. Angela had propped her dainty foot on top of the papers that Kat was scrabbling to gather together. "I see you've figured out your place in the world at last." Angela's voice dripped with sarcasm as she scrubbed the toe of her pumps along the pristine white paper, leaving a dirty footprint across the printed pages. "Leave her be, Angela." Matthew Henley appeared at Angela's elbow.
