I changed my pen name. I realize this will not at all matter to most people, but I figure it is nice to mention it at the very least.
“The likes of me?”
Atrocious stopped dead. Her anger faded away in an instant, replaced by something much quieter, much more dangerous.
“The likes of me,” she said, repeating the words to herself softly.
“I do not say that to be cruel,” Ayla said, turning away to caution the other young lady. “Rogette, I would appreciate you speaking more kindly.”
“The likes of me,” Atrocious murmured yet again. She was looking at the floor, her eyes flicking around the edges of the room. “The likes of me.” Her shoulders slumped as she murmured the words, then turned and made her way toward the stairs.