Turning from the blonde that had either fallen out the window or was stuck up on the window sill, Cathrine turned to spot the short bratty girl getting ready to bolt. Not that it would do much good.
Cathrines pink spongy flip flops continued to pound forward, sending the tiny girl running away, filled with fear. The tiny girl peered back to see the light bottom of Cathrines toes poking over the edge of the sandle. What could she do?
Stopping she began to explain herself to Cathrine. This of course didnt work but the huge girl stopped her persuit and smiled down at the tiny one.
The red head, hispanic girl, and the goth all watched from different vantage points around the hall as Cat paused. Maybe she really was listening to the tiny girl at her feet. It could just all be a joke, right?
Cathrine plainly stepped on the brat, twisted her flip flop back and forth and wiped her foot across the floor a few times. Looking up, she grinned to the others.
Cold panic raced through all of them as they began to flee.
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