[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Mia[/color][/h3][/center]

Mia was actually caught off guard by the comment.  Normally she would have some witty come back ready, but this wasn't something she expected from Greer.  At the added statement she muttered watching him walk out, "Speak for your fucking self..."  Mia wasn't interested in taking the victim card and anything less than her all wasn't good enough. Maybe certain people wouldn't take her seriously, but damn she worked hard to make the majority respect her.  In Blackwell, that was a true accomplishment on her part.  

Setting her brush down on the bed before grabbing a shirt from her closet she slipped it over her pink shorts bra.  Great Mia wasn't even half way through the day and now she was all riled up.  Slapping on a layer of lip gloss and half-heartedly applying eyeliner the young woman was ready for another pointless day of high school; at least the food was good.

Soon Mia was sitting down with a pile of food scrolling through her phone while rap music blasted through her headphones.  Socializing in the morning wasn't really her cup of tea.  

[@Spud]