Minions of Rachel? Interesting I thought, taking another bite of the chocolate bar, the last one actually. My stomach grumbled when I was done, but I ignored it and stood up from the chair. I was done with hearing them speak.
I walked to the dustbin that was just next to the door, and dropped the wrap inside.
"But to be honest, she might not go with the idea. As a matter of fact, she hasn't responded to any of my texts since yesterday, or is it only me?"
I paused, wanting to hear this.
"Not at all. I think the queen might have confiscated her phone, or she just doesn't want to talk."
"Well, I don't blame her. She had been humiliated in front of the whole school. If you remembered, she hadn't said a word after the cafeteria incident. Reasoning it now, I don't think that her mother had seized her phone. She just doesn't want to talk with us. Perhaps, taking the days to process what exactly had happened. I'm still not sure why she hadn't fight back."
