ZOEY

“I don’t want it! Stop forcing it on me!” The little brat yelled in my face, knocking off the pink cup filled with juice. I was drenched from waist down.

Anger swirled. I had a mind to hit her so hard. She was just bitchy and full of attitude like her mother.

“What is wrong with this juice, you brat?” I sneered at her.

“It’s apple! I hate apple juices!” She protested, on the verge of tears.

“Is that why you poured it on me?” I looked down at the lower part of my body wet with juice.

“I don’t want it! I told you before.” She immediately steadied...