Alicia

"School is such a bitch, I'm telling you." Clarissa pouts as she squints at her books.

Ever since she stepped through the doors of Harry's cargo, she's been this way. Tense and bitch-mouthed. I'd offer to help her with her calculations but this girl is pretty much like me. Stubborn.

"I'd offer to help, but you'd just turn me down, so. . ." I shrug. From the corner of my eyes, I see her head turn towards me, so fast, I think she'll have a crick in it later.

"Would you really. . . help me?" She whimpers. I take back my words. It must be pretty bad if...