Xanthe and Pixie slowly turned toward the voice. Standing at the far end of the corridor was a girl who looked to be about Pixie's age.
Dimples formed on each side of her cheeks as a wide smile swept across her lips. "Pixie!" she called again, this time in a high-pitched voice. "You came!"
Her brunette hair pulled back in a high ponytail wagged behind her as she immediately raced towards them. "
Pixie didn't seem too excited to see her. She backed away as soon as the other girl tried to wrap her arms around her.
Just like that, the childlike enthusiasm that had once brightened her face disappeared... and 'Bratty Pixie' took over.
Pixie's eyes narrowed. "Why are you here, Jasmine?" she asked flatly.
Jasmine's eyes, two hazel beauties, danced in passion. "I'm here for the camp, duh!" she replied in a heartbeat, her smile still intact. Either she wasn't bothered by Pixie's behavior or she just couldn't read the room. "I came with my mom,"
