Agnes was beginning to think she shouldn’t have come here. The whole events of the morning seemed to be more of a hassle to her than anything else. Perhaps she should have gone to the park, like she was told to, and play the good little girl like she was meant to. Work hard and work with the others. That was the mantra her dad left her with while she was recuperating from the island fiasco.
She hadn’t been able to even follow that mantra very well, given the words being tossed between them all.
Agnes knew why they were here, like Midori said. Everybody knew why they were here. Sure, she had a choice in whether or not she would come here, but she was purely curious, equally selfish, to see what this was all about.
So being chastised, told to clear her fucking head and get a grip, was something, at first, that she shouldn’t have taken well. There were the remnants of some sort of flush of shame, of assuming and focusing on her own needs and desires. Then, being told to cool off, that should have made her angrier. She could have gone off, acting hoighty toighty, perhaps in some dramatic outburst that most people had rumoured to see her in.
‘How dare you? You think you can speak to me like that?’ Agnes could have so easily snapped, caused a scene. She should have fed the rumours with truth and confirm how much of a bossy, arrogant control freak she really was. She was close to rising to it, with a clenched fist, and an ever-reddening face.
But she didn’t.
She had better things to get hot and bothered about.
Agnes gave a quiet huff, blowing off the steam, pulling down and straightening her jacket, even if it was just her casual dress. “Fine,” she mumbled. It was of no consequence to her. With Adra’s request – even if such a request was veiled with the excuse of a headache neither knew to be true – she did walk ahead of her.
She hadn’t been able to even follow that mantra very well, given the words being tossed between them all.
Agnes knew why they were here, like Midori said. Everybody knew why they were here. Sure, she had a choice in whether or not she would come here, but she was purely curious, equally selfish, to see what this was all about.
So being chastised, told to clear her fucking head and get a grip, was something, at first, that she shouldn’t have taken well. There were the remnants of some sort of flush of shame, of assuming and focusing on her own needs and desires. Then, being told to cool off, that should have made her angrier. She could have gone off, acting hoighty toighty, perhaps in some dramatic outburst that most people had rumoured to see her in.
‘How dare you? You think you can speak to me like that?’ Agnes could have so easily snapped, caused a scene. She should have fed the rumours with truth and confirm how much of a bossy, arrogant control freak she really was. She was close to rising to it, with a clenched fist, and an ever-reddening face.
But she didn’t.
She had better things to get hot and bothered about.
Agnes gave a quiet huff, blowing off the steam, pulling down and straightening her jacket, even if it was just her casual dress. “Fine,” she mumbled. It was of no consequence to her. With Adra’s request – even if such a request was veiled with the excuse of a headache neither knew to be true – she did walk ahead of her.