There was something about high school that brought out the worst in Rose. This was the place where she was a cold bitch. The boys tended to call her frigid and the girls were intimidated by her glamazon ways. To her close friends, she was much warmer and kinder. But to the relative strangers, she was her mother's bitchiness and her father's surly wrapped together into a tiny blond package.
"Hi," she said, glancing over at Esk. She wasn't very impressed by the girl's entrance and so she turned back to the front of the room to listen to what the instructor had to say.