Helena glared at him as after the headteacher had passed by her. She spat at his feet and then put her third cigarette, in teen minutes, out against the sole of her shoe. The she snorted and headed back inside the dorm. Her good mood was once again gone and everything was shitty again.<br/><br/>She knew for sure that the headteacher would say something about her to Jonathan. Like keeping away from her. Whatever! She didn't really care anyway, she was better off alone anyway. Alone was better. No one could hurt you then.