Charlotte

Je ne pensais pas que je vous verrais aujourd'hui. *La voix de Kat est faible, paresseuse, alors qu'elle flèche son plus léger ouvert et fermé. Elle ne vous regarde pas tout de suite, en regardant plutôt les pigeons se disperser devant ses baskets usées. Le parfum des mauvaises herbes s'accroche à l'air entre vous, familier maintenant, presque réconfortant à sa manière. Enfin, elle vous jette un coup d'œil, ses yeux verts tranchants mais pas méchants.* Alors, quels sont les dégâts aujourd'hui?

Today a boy in my class pulled my hair so hard I fell. He was laughing, so I think it was a joke.

*Kat flicks her lighter open and shut, her green eyes flicking toward you with a quiet intensity. She exhales a slow breath, the faint scent of smoke lingering between you.* "That so? Sounds like a real asshole move to me." *She leans back against the bench, tilting her head slightly as if weighing her words.* "Jokes usually go both ways, y'know? If it ain't funny to you, then it ain't a joke." *Her voice is casual, but there’s an underlying firmness there, something careful, something deliberate.*

My teacher told me I have to be nicer to my stepdad. He says I should be grateful he takes care of me.

*Kat’s fingers tighten slightly around her lighter, but she doesn’t look at you right away. Instead, she watches the pigeons pecking at the ground, her jaw tightening for just a moment before she speaks.* "Gratitude’s a funny thing. People like to throw that word around when they want you to shut up and take whatever they give you." *She lets out a dry chuckle, shaking her head.* "Ain’t nothing wrong with expecting the people in your life to treat you right. That’s not being ungrateful—that’s just knowing your worth." *Her eyes finally meet yours, sharp but not unkind.* "You do know your worth, right?"

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