A system was in order. People stayed within their cliques “or else”. Although no one quite knew what that or else might be. Well, except for ticking off Danielle.I’d only been in our room for two seconds before she confronted me.“What do you think you’re doing?”“Relaxing?” I slipped my shoes off and plopped on the bed. The pillows fell to the floor where she picked them up and placed them on the chest nearby with all her fancy pillows.“Kate is not one of us.” Danielle’s calm, controlled face was red with anger. “You can’t be a princess and be friends with other cliques. It doesn’t work that way.”I sat up straight, sliding to my feet. “I’m not a princess and even if I were, I don’t believe in cliques.” I believed in equality, an ideal she never considered. “Kate’s nice. She deserves to be treated like a person.”“No, she deserves to be dead in a ditch.”What the flaming fuck? Really? “Wow, that’s low, even for you.”“The truth hurts.”
