Forrest had one arm wrapped around Kayla's waist and a pen in his other hand. He glanced at a sheet of paper with a question on it, looking bored. In a careless tone, he said, "Well, make her kneel down and clean it up then." The people around him watched with amusement and laughed. Kayla, her face twisted in a mocking smile, lifted her foot that had been stepped on. "What are you looking at?" she snapped. "Kneel down and clean it up. Don't you understand?"

"I... I understand," Mya responded hesitantly.

Kayla was originally not from Ventropolis; she moved here from a small town. Her family had become wealthy by selling pork, and that was why they could afford to move to the big city. She had transferred to the new school in her junior year, hoping it would be a friendly place. Instead, her classmates pushed her aside just because her family sold pork. She tried telling them that her family sold other stuff, like organic produce and farm-fresh eggs, too, but nobody listened. They even