Mia Ginger didn’t even know who she was angry with. She turned her head, biting her lip, and sat on the far steps.
Almost all the girls in the platoon were cooperating with the reporters for photos.
Sitting alone on the side, she inevitably stood out, appearing a bit unconventional.
Windsor Myres sat down next to her, yawning casually, "What’s this act you’re pulling off now? Trying to be different?"
"Can you move a little further away?" Mia snapped, glaring at her.
"Ha," Windsor laughed in disbelief, leaning back and sighing, "You’re the first in my life to ask me to keep my distance!"
She paused mid-sentence, suddenly realizing, and looked at Mia seriously, "No, you’re the second one."
Camden River was the first.
With that thought, her eyes involuntarily glanced towards Camden River’s group.
Just in time to meet Camden River’s distant gaze.
"What do you think?" Windsor asked without turning her head, "Is he worried I’m bullying you?"
"Do you even have the ability to bully me?" Mia sneered, her expression full of contempt.
"Did you swallow explosives?" Windsor looked her up and down, "In such a public place, I don’t feel like arguing with you, so just cut it out."
"You think I want to argue with you?"
Mia looked at her, equally annoyed, "I’m in a bad mood, so you’d better not provoke me."
"Fine." Windsor couldn’t stand her sarcastic tone any longer, turned around, and left with a cold snort.
Mia felt a headache coming on.
Seeing the cameras always reminded her of that scene in the hospital emergency room.
Seeing reporters inevitably made her think of those words in the news.
She found it terrifying.
Even more incomprehensible was how there could be such a cold group in this world, using their pens like knives to stab where people are most vulnerable.
The sun was bright, yet she couldn’t help but hug her arms.
"What’s wrong?" Dallas Taylor appeared beside her at some point, frowning, "Feeling unwell?"
"No." Mia glanced at him, thought for a moment, and didn’t stand up.
Dallas sat down on a step higher than hers, watching the enthusiastic girls taking pictures, and suddenly asked, "Why don’t you like taking photos?"
His voice was calm and steady, completely different from his usual loud bellowing.
Mia was taken aback, looked at him, and after a while, turned her head and said, "It’s not that I don’t like taking photos, I just don’t like reporters."
Since the morning she found out about Zoey Leaf’s issue, many emotions had been suppressed inside her.
No one to confide in.
Louis Cox was out of the question; confiding would make them even closer, and she minded that.
Koa Jackson was also out of the question, though she didn’t know why, maybe because of inferiority.
All these chaotic matters, she was embarrassed to tell Koa Jackson, fearing it would annoy him.
It seemed like no one else was there.
Now someone asked, and suddenly she didn’t feel like holding back.
Dallas was their instructor, equivalent to a teacher, having only known them for three days but already making her feel slightly at ease.
The interactions on the military training ground were straightforward.
Dallas wasn’t like Louis, whom she deliberately distanced to avoid closeness.
Dallas wasn’t Koa Jackson, with whom because of love, she had many concerns and considerations.
Dallas equaled a stranger, who would be with them for thirty days and then quickly leave.
His fierce nature and bad temper made people feel no restrictions.
As soon as she spoke, Mia surprisingly felt like she finally breathed a sigh of relief; in this world, she finally got someone she could talk to, though he was practically a stranger.