The smile that had been on Aurora's face earlier vanished.
Her hands tightened into fists.
They thought this was funny?
She didn't say a word. Didn't scream. Didn't curse.
Instead, she took one step back, then rammed her leg forward—hard.
CRACK.
The door slammed open, breaking off the cheap metal lock.
It swung out violently, crashing into the girl standing directly in front of it. She let out a shriek as it knocked her back, half-crushed by its weight.
Aurora stepped out of the stall, dripping wet but utterly composed. Her eyes scanned the group—three girls standing in a row, holding empty buckets, and one on the floor, groaning in pain.
Her voice was like ice. "Anyone else?"
The girls stared at her, stunned.
"You… you psycho!" one finally shouted.
"Psycho?" Aurora repeated. "You haven't even seen what I can do yet."
They were pulling out their phones now, recording shakily. Probably thinking they'd catch her lashing out. That they'd be able to twist it later.
