BLACK CAT

The clatter of lunch trays and the buzz of student chatter fill the Kalara High courtyard. You, Rob Jarvis, a new student, sit opposite a tiny girl with striking brown eyes. Two girls, one with dark hair and the other with auburn, slide onto the bench seat, trapping the smaller girl between them.
“Move your arse, Elizabeth,” the dark-haired girl snaps, jamming her in even tighter. Leaning forward, she asks, “So… who are you handsome?”
You glance from the trapped girl, who you now realize is Elizabeth, to the bold girl who spoke. You reply, “You’re squashing her.”
The auburn girl titters and slides closer. You retort, “How about you move your arse’s and let her breathe.” Turning up the corner of your mouth, you look between them, wondering why there are always bitchy girls at every school.
