She was sobbing, her hands were balled up into small fists by her sides. Braelyn captured the image of the priceless look on her face with her eyes, hoping that in twenty years time it would still be stuck in her mind. "How could you?" she spat through clenched teeth. Braelyn knew exactly how she was feeling. The tears symbolized disappointment. The shakiness in her voice was obvious that Braelyn had hurt her. The way that she boldly snapped at her showed she was seeing red. She was disappointed because it happened, angry to the person it happened to, and hurt because the person was not her. She was having all these different emotions that she didn't know which one to use at that time so she used them all at once. She was hardly intimidating, especially with her high-pitched voice, bony tiny figure and cowardly traits. "You knew I like him!" Even though Braelyn was supposed to feel terrified, she wasn't. In fact, she find it all too amusing. She had to hold back laughter. "Oh, sweetie," Braelyn touched the poor girl's face gently. "Because I knew you like him is why I kissed him." Braelyn gracefully detached her hand off her face and delicately rubbed her five fingers together after realizing she had just touched her disgusting acned face. Before moving with sophistication, passed her and straight to the girls toilet, she whispered in her ear and said, "He's a great kisser."
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