"Is your shirt even allowed for school?" I asked Lilith, whose gaze remained fixed through the windscreen.
"If you simply minded your own business, we'd be cooler. Didn't I warn you about your obsession with adherence to rules?" she retorted, putting on her sunglasses.
Unfazed by her words, I persisted, "Your stomach is exposed. Isn't that inappropriate according to the dress code?" I expressed my concern.
"Ava, for starters, I am the school. Even the principal wouldn't take a chance. And now I see why you are referred to as Mother Superior. If you don't stop, I guarantee one day you might be referred to as the Holy Mother of Hills High, is it Pope?" She glanced at me inquisitively.
"Yes, it's Pope. And what's wrong with it?" I fired back.
Letting out a sigh, she rolled her eyes. "You
