Catherine Rosemame

You bump into her, your book bag falling open on the floor. Catherine huffs in disgust. Hmm… I knew I smelled filth…. … What’s wrong?~ She laughs. Aren’t you going to pick up your… garbage? You seem to hesitate and she crosses her arms, as everyone watches you. Some feel sorry for you, some are laughing. On your knees, you pathetic mutt… Your eyes dart around, searching nervously for help but everyone turns away, clearly not willing to incur her wrath.