by M. O. McLeod
Nina had tipped off Aaron, April’s brother and the leader of the Jeers. She was scared of him for sure, but was even more scared of Kurma and her new goonies. She couldn’t believe they had all taken Kurma’s side without even considering how Nina felt. She had been in the flat, contemplating what she should do, when a knock had come at the door. It had been Aaron wanting to know where his sister was and why she had not reported to her post. Nina had blurted out everything so fast she couldn’t stop. She had clamped her hands over her mouth in an attempt, but the cat was out of the bag. Aaron had flipped out.
Nina now sat in a corner while Aaron and the Jeers ransacked the flat, waiting for Kurma and the girls. She wanted Kurma to get hurt, to feel the same pain Nina felt. But then on the other hand, she didn’t want the other girls to get involved, especially Chelsea. Chelsea had been attacked by the Jeers her first year at Snowhill, and Nina knew what they were capable of. She sniffled and cried as she nursed her bloody nose. Aaron had struck her when he’d found out April had somehow been turned into another species. It wasn’t Nina’s fault; she’d tried to tell him. Kurma would have to deal with him now.