Make Me

Ninette glowered from her corner of the carriage. Part of her wanted to awknowledge that this was much like her first year of school all over again. Sitting in the carriage in a down right foul mood because she simply did not wish to be there.

Only this time she was far more leathal. First year Ninette had at least tried to pretend she cared.

There was nothing she cared about now.

So sitting in her little compartment, glare at the door, she dared anyone to come through.