Helanie:
"You!" she stood before me, hands on her waist, and her eyes showing how angry she was. She was so negative, always like that towards me.
Charlotte stood behind her, pouting and looking sad because she faced rejection right before my eyes.
"What is it? Why do you look so mad?" I asked casually, looking down at my hand again. Maximus had made some requests.
"What am I hearing?" Emma demanded my attention, using a harsh and loud tone.
"How would I know? I’m not your ears," I replied, looking up and giving her a smile that seemed to make her even angrier.
The funny thing was that Maximus stood right behind them, leaning his back against the wall and tapping his foot so silently that they couldn’t hear him.
"Listen, don’t be smart with me. And you’re not cooking in our kitchen. Get the heck out of here and go tell Maximus that you’re not cooking tonight," she was very stern, using her angriest look to try to scare me off.
Well, it would have scared off the other Helanie, who everyone intimidated. I used to get so frightened when someone raised their voice at me or looked slightly upset with me. I would get teary-eyed and wouldn’t even speak up for myself.
Times have changed. I was no longer that Helanie and certainly not scared of any harsh glares.
"Why would I say that? You go ahead and tell him that you don’t want me in the kitchen," I argued back, not wanting Maximus to jump in right now. I wanted to handle this myself. I was slowly getting annoyed with myself for always waiting for someone to come to my rescue.
"So that’s your behavior now? You think you can take charge of us? You think you can defy me?" Emma yelled, hoping I would back down, but I didn’t. I stood my ground and kept watching her with a smile on my lips.
"Remember when I came here for the first time, and you made me believe I should take breakfast for Kaye? You got me in trouble, and then you stepped back when I wanted you to tell them that it was you who had pushed me into Kaye’s room. Do you think I’m going to repeat the same mistakes and listen to you?" I spoke in a much calmer tone. I didn’t want to waste my energy on someone like her.
The issue with these people is that they think just because they aren’t going to admit to the truth, they’ll get to fool me over and over again.
They can convince others they’re innocent, but they won’t be fooling me anymore.
Where Emma was a confident player, Charlotte seemed to have lost her composure when she yelped and covered her mouth with her hands. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
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