“I don’t understand why you have to be so horrible,” Talyssa returned, wounded. In her hurt she didn’t realize that she had slipped naturally into the same language Cheyenne had used. If pressed, Talyssa wouldn’t even be able to name what it was they were speaking. All she knew was she had matched the mean girl.
“You said you were cold. I wanted to help, that is all. What have I said, what have I done, that you must be so hostile to me, all the time? And... and my brother says I am not autistic,” she finished, getting fired up.