A.C.Gaughen

“John laughed. “You know, I’ve heard all the sayings about the wrath of women, but whew, Scar, you have a temper.”The others chuckled.“Keep it in mind, John Little,” I warned him. I didn’t feel much like chuckling.He laughed. “I’ll be sure to inform Jenny Percy,” he said.I rolled my eyes, but this time I heard a small laugh come from Rob’s distant corner. “So she really kissedScar?”“Should have seen it, Rob! Scar’s right in the middle of giving her a talking-to, and Jenny lays one on her,” Muchcrowed.“So that’s how we shut her up,” John said.I knew he were fair close to me so I tried to kick him. It took a few attempts, but one finally hit something and I heard him whine, “Ow, Scar!”“And none of you jumped in to defend—her—her honor?” Rob asked, but it got broken up with laughs.“The lot of you are stupid blighters,” I snapped. “It ain’t for laughing.”This made them crack apart with howls.”