Scout was walking by Zoey’s room and heard her go off on the kind girl in the door. She was only asking if Zoey wanted to play a game of soccer outside. She looked wounded at Zoey’s words, so Scout stepped in to intervene.
“I’m sorry, she’s just having a rough day, I don’t think she wants to play, bye!”
“Could you be any more rude to that girl?”
And of course, it was Scout to the rescue. “She asked me a question and I was answering it. Freedom of speech.” Zoey replied, spinning around on her swivel chair to face her desk and the small pile of cigarette boxes that had been placed haphazardly on top of her text books. “I have a reputation to keep, Scoutzer and quite frankly, you’re ruining it.”