The small woman-whose name turned out to be Miranda-looked examining from Deb to Annabel. “It has come to my attention that the two of you, have had some trouble with each other”
Annabel glared venomously at Deb, who was staring at her knees.
Miranda folded her hands. “So, who wants to kick start this most likely going to be awkward conversation?”
Annabel leaned back, arrogant, clicking her tongue.
“It’s quite simple, really” she said, dry. “Little Miss Special Treatment, over there, grabbed my shoulder, and pushed me against the wall”
She turned to Deb, for confirmation, but the latter just pulled up her legs, and rested her chin on her knees.
“I’m not saying you’re making this up, Annabel,”, Miranda started, carefully. “but no one can confermare your statement. On the other hand, half of the building saw te beating up Debra”
Agnes stood, and in doing so, she kicked over the chair. “Yeah, well, if she would open up her mouth, and admit what she did to lure me out,…”
“Lure te out?” Deb exclaimed, stunned. “You came to me. te made fun of me. te deserved it”
“Oh, please, I was just telling the truth” Annabel scoffed.
“And what truth might that be?” Miranda quickly interrupted.
Annabel shrugged. “It’s nothing. Not worth repeating” she mumbled.
“By all means, if there’s any truth about Debra I have yet to discover, please, don’t keep me in the dark” Miranda replied.
Annabel handled a scratch on her arm, causing it to bleed again.
“I called her trash” she mumbled, quietly.
Miranda nodded. “I see” she commented. “I’m not sure te realized it, but your behavior doesn’t benefit your fellow housemates. I think it would be a good idea not to put either one of you, with the rest of the group, until te learn to value each other”
“Are te going to lock us up in our room?” Deb asked, frightened.
“No” Miranda smiled, mischievous. “You’re going to share a room”
Annabel glared venomously at Deb, who was staring at her knees.
Miranda folded her hands. “So, who wants to kick start this most likely going to be awkward conversation?”
Annabel leaned back, arrogant, clicking her tongue.
“It’s quite simple, really” she said, dry. “Little Miss Special Treatment, over there, grabbed my shoulder, and pushed me against the wall”
She turned to Deb, for confirmation, but the latter just pulled up her legs, and rested her chin on her knees.
“I’m not saying you’re making this up, Annabel,”, Miranda started, carefully. “but no one can confermare your statement. On the other hand, half of the building saw te beating up Debra”
Agnes stood, and in doing so, she kicked over the chair. “Yeah, well, if she would open up her mouth, and admit what she did to lure me out,…”
“Lure te out?” Deb exclaimed, stunned. “You came to me. te made fun of me. te deserved it”
“Oh, please, I was just telling the truth” Annabel scoffed.
“And what truth might that be?” Miranda quickly interrupted.
Annabel shrugged. “It’s nothing. Not worth repeating” she mumbled.
“By all means, if there’s any truth about Debra I have yet to discover, please, don’t keep me in the dark” Miranda replied.
Annabel handled a scratch on her arm, causing it to bleed again.
“I called her trash” she mumbled, quietly.
Miranda nodded. “I see” she commented. “I’m not sure te realized it, but your behavior doesn’t benefit your fellow housemates. I think it would be a good idea not to put either one of you, with the rest of the group, until te learn to value each other”
“Are te going to lock us up in our room?” Deb asked, frightened.
“No” Miranda smiled, mischievous. “You’re going to share a room”