Rhyssa wove through a group of girls, offering no apologies as she passed them.  Oh, how nice.  A clique.  "Hey!  Watch it!"<br/><br/>The girl smirked, "Watch it, yourself!  Do you text while you drive, too?" she fired back.  Pretty, pretty princesses, all of them.  Bleah.<br/><br/>She shifted her weight, manualling down the sidewalk with a sigh.<br/><br/>"Bitch!"<br/><br/>She shrugged it off without offering a second glance.  Why should she care about the opinion of the blonde with the Louis Vuitton sunglasses?  She didn't mind, because the other girl, to her, didn't matter.