“My goodness!! Girls, would you please STOP!”
The teacher put her hand over temples, absentmindedly rubbing the scar on the left, feeling much olden than she actually was.
“This is ridiculous” she murmured as the brunette sniggered under her breath, followed by another snide remark from the blonde to the left.
“You girls need to sort this out. This has gone past the point of being ridiculous. Half the school is embroiled in your school yard battle and if you don’t stop, it’s going to end up going to far and someone is going to get hurt.”
“What do I care?” spat the blonde. “She started it…all I’m doing is finishing it…”
“Yeah, I started it…” returned the brunette. “But if I didn’t start it who else would huh? Was it going to be you? I didn’t see you going around championing any social cause for justice…huh? Now, let me see….I wonder why that was? Oh…..wait I see! It’s because you’re too busy making money to care about how you are actually getting it…..”