Athena sat patiently as the clocked ticked on by; another day passed on as she kept a low profile, no new hits sprung. Her annoyance only doubled as she felt the constant urge to stab everyone around her; their stench never ceases to add a pint of irk into her already overflowing bottle.
Gripping her pencil hard, she nearly snapped it at their infuriating stenches. How long does she have to stay there? Athena knew not. Her clan had not spoken to her in a while now and even Jesslyn is on a vacation from all the hits she had done.
It was almost the middle of October and yet there was no retaliation from her previous encounter; the creature – according to her clan – was no doubt a powerful one and a little high up the hierarchy. But so far, no action on their end sprung, which vexed Athena
