Karmine set her food aside and ran to the kitchen area. She returned quickly with a small hand towel and a condescending scowl. “What were you thinking?”
Chel wordlessly took the towel and wrapped it over her hand, pressing hard on it in an effort to make it stop stinging more than stopping the bleeding. Karmine was giving her a look that Chel had seen one too many times on a so called ‘popular’ girl’s face.
“Were you going to use it as a weapon?” Karmine demanded taking the broken mirror from Chel and holding it as though it was contaminated.
“I’m not stupid.” Chel rolled her eyes. She had never even considered using it. This wasn’t a place she was going to break out of without someone else’s help and these kids didn’t know enough about the ship to help or have any desire to get out. “I just wanted to cut my hair and didn’t know what to do with it when I was done.”
