Iselle sneered at Joey. Who the hell did these boys think they were, constantly barking orders at her? Especially since Joey was the one holding a close-quarters weapon. 'Sure, I've just been repeatedly accused of attacking people. Let me just rifle through their belongs now so I can add thief to that list...'
She shook her head, her braid swinging around to hit her on the cheek. "Check it yourself," she counter-ordered. "I'm not going through anybody's stuff. In fact, I've had enough of you two. I'm outta here." Trying to keep an eye on both the boys, she felt around for her bag.
She needed to get the hell away from these guys. Iselle needed the familiarity of her friends. If she could find the other girls, they could figure out what to do. After a few futile pats, her fingers closed on the strap of the bag. With a grunt, she lifted up the bag and stood. 'At least this thing isn't heavier than our standard gear bags. I could carry this for days, no problem.'
With careful, measured backward steps, Iselle put more space between her and the guys. Once she felt there was sufficient space, she turned and jogged off.
((Iselle Ovalle-Vandermeer continued in The Doll's House