SAMANTHA
SLAP!!
The sound cracked through the air like a whip, sharp and final. My hand stung from the impact, a satisfying burn that radiated up my wrist and into my forearm. I, Samantha, had lunged forward and slapped her hard across the face, cutting her gloating short. The force of it had come from somewhere deep inside me, some reservoir of rage I didn't know I possessed. My palm connected with her cheek with such velocity that her head snapped to the side, her perfectly styled hair whipping across her face.
