Stronger Than My Mistakes
"Trash? Yvette, who do you think you are? God Almighty? Please. Even if God Himself showed up, I wouldn't be scared!"
Richard waved his hand dramatically. "Come on. Let's all go to the gate. I wanna see what kind of 'back-up' she thinks is coming in ten minutes."
So, like some ridiculous parade, they all marched toward the front entrance.
Not long after, the low, powerful rumble of engines rolled across the street. Everyone's heads snapped in the same direction.
A sleek, black Rolls-Royce Phantom led a fleet of cars speeding toward the school gates. Behind it, more than a dozen identical black Mercedes followed in perfect formation.