(OPEN) its better this way

Once, when Dru was just a little junior high girl, maybe twelve, she had been hanging out with some older girls which was pretty typical behavior. Even then, she had been pretty and confident, although she had grown a lot as an evil-master mind since then. Anyways, the point of the story is that Career girls were violent, more so than Career guys who only ever fought to impress and flex their muscles. Girls did so for different reasons.

Dru was not sure why, but suddenly two of her friends who were both about fourteen, decided to fight it out over something that had been ticking them both off for weeks. Dru still remembered walking down the hall with the rest of the cluster of girls she called her friends when from the left-front of the group their was a disturbance and a few high-pitched sounds of protest. One of the two arguing friends had slammed the other one against the wall, yelling at her, right up in the girls face. And the one up against the wall had screamed right back and kicked the girls legs out from beneath her. A vicious cat-fight had ensued. Back then, Dru had sworn to herself that she would never forget that day, that she would never, ever allow herself to loose control like that. Not until the day she died. But with that date fast approaching, Dru could not help herself as she strode quickly down the hall and grabbed at a fistful of the girls shirt, hair, skin. She did not care, she just wanted this little spy to pay for any future consequences of Dru's impromptu kiss. She swung around, until facing-- Alba, yes Alba the redheaded girl who Dru had not thought much of until now.

For a split-second, Dru felt her hand cramping up, itching to be thrown into this girls face, but the images of the two fighting friends haunted her as she curled her fingers up into a fist. Dru had sworn an oath, she never broke her promises even if they were made to only herself in the presence of nobody. Dru stepped back from the girl, her whole body clenched, her mouth forming a tight line. "Papero, you're civil and kind. You deal with her," she calmly said. When Dru was angry her voice went flatter than usual, she was incapable of expressing herself using tones, but usually tried hard to inject words with some ghost of a feeling. Now she was sick and tired of all of this. Her voice was dead-pan and her face a smooth, blank canvas. The creepy-factor was off the charts.