“Sister Mabel, do you think he was lying? I’m way prettier than that awkward doll…
I clenched my fists and glared at Wesley, demanding, “Why did you give my stuff away?”
“My mom got that for me! How could you just give it away?””
He smirked, provoking me further, and said, “That lucky doll was yours? Sorry, I forgot, thought it was just some trivial thing…”
Before he could finish, I grabbed an ashtray from the desk and threw it at him.
Wesley didn’t dodge, and the crystal ashtray struck his forehead, drawing blood.
Cora screamed, scolding me, “Are you crazy? Hurting someone over a silly doll!”
She ran out and quickly returned, clutching my lucky doll.
She tossed it to me, shouting, “Here’s your stuff, take it back!”
“It’s a cheap thing nobody cares about. Do you think I want it?”
“Stop going crazy, take your stuff, and leave!
