My Mate, My Bully
Kaia-Kayla, whatever her name is, looks like she wants the ground to swallow her whole, while Miranda’s busy staring at the floor, face flushed, probably wishing she had a rewind button for her mouth.
I can feel this giddy little grin spreading across my face. Not even my grandma's secret recipe cookies, those chocolate chip masterpieces that make me feel like a little kid again, can compare to the sheer satisfaction that’s bubbling up inside me right now.
Co-Master Zara has basically just put these girls on blast, and it feels like a win. My win.
"Didn’t think so," Zara adds, folding her arms. "Next time you feel the need to waste oxygen with your little commentaries, remember that sparring
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