“She even goes after some of the boys sometimes.” That really caught my attention. I abandoned my class work and focused on her. “Goes after them how? Yelling, screaming?” The girl nodded, her eyes unfocused for a couple of seconds. “That and she’ll slap them. Once, I saw her slap her brother across the face during lunch.” I’m pretty sure my eyebrows disappeared into my hairline. I reassessed. Jessica wasn’t a drama queen; she was a fucking bully who used drama as an excuse.
