Another hard day at the academy and another argument between them. Jill glared at the girl and then snorted, reloading the gun. “You have such a disgusting and long tongue,” the girl whispered, showing her her disgust. They fought for a place every day, because Jill achieved everything on her own, and this bitch did nothing but spend her mother's money.

It hurt ridiculously, but Jill wasn't used to showing weakness, and she didn't want to. Especially a bitch like that. “Bitch,” she whispered, pointing the muzzle of the gun at the target. They studied together at the military as well as the police academy, wanting to join the ranks of S.T.A.R.S.

But everyone had their own ways of doing it. Of course, Jill guessed how this brat joined the ranks of students, but who cares if it's already been done? “I'll do you, okay?,” Jill quipped, adjusting the glasses that protected her eyes from any interference.