"Amber, are you insane?"
This girl was blunt and to the point. Something Amber found, she actually liked. Except for her drinking tomato juice. Fucking tomato soup, tomato juice, the fuck? Why would you put such a good standalone fruit in soup and juice? That makes it worse! Whyyyyyyy-
"You see rather unhinged. I mean, I guess we all are, not just cause of that psycho from before but because we're at this new school. You seem like the type of person who's never even been to elementary school before or something. Anyways, I just want to say that personally, I don't really care how you act. At least not until you try something on me. I won't judge otherwise."
Okay, "How in the fuck-" yeah. That. This girl fucking knew her shit. I mean, they only just met, and she already guessed that she hasn't been to elementary or middle, hell, not even a SLIVER of highschool, and the type of person that she kind of was. Like, what. "I mean, yeah. You're a fucking good guesser. I haven't even been to a school before. I mean, if being taught english in an orphanage counts as school, then I have. But, yeah." She shrugged, before drinking her own grape juice. I mean, besides the rant before, grape juice was good, but not as much as regular grapes.
"I could very much be counted as insane. Maybe a sadist. Maybe a serial killer. Probably a bit of someone who'd make the most violent drug lord in history. Maybe not so much a serial killer, the type that'd make a famous terrorist, causing mass murder at important events. I'll admit that."
Oh, and one person said she smells like smoke. "What."