“Do you really know what you’re doing?” Tiffany stood to the side, watching Jennifer gently close Sue’s locker.
Jennifer smiled. “Of course. I’ve done this a thousand times. Someone has to keep her in her place.”
Tiffany nodded, though she didn’t agree. So the new girl turned the heads of all the boys, not like it affected her in anyway. “What if someone gets hurt?”
“Puhlease! She’ll just get some paint in the face. No fuss and plenty of muss.” Jennifer tapped the locker, causing the canister to fire, covering her in blue paint stripes.
Chuckling, Tiffany said, “Like that?”