She flipped through 234 pages filled to the brim with rules and regulations. “You’ll have to learn all these,” she slammed the book shut and looked up at Stash, “I hope that’s not too difficult for you.” Alyssa then spun on her heel and continued onward. Stash scoffed, “Who do you think you are?! Bossin’ us around like that!” Alyssa turned to face Stash, “Well, it just happens to be my job!” she stated matter-of-factly. “You’re JOB?! You’re 10 ‘fer cryin’ out loud!” Stash retorted. “Excuse me?! I’m 12; I just look younger than I actually am. UGH! You’re so infuriating! I would’ve thought that your kind would understand that 12 is a perfectly reasonable age to begin working. They allow people into The Order by the age of 8!” Stash towered over her, “Wha’dyou mean by ‘My Kind’?” Alyssa held out her hand and a massive sword appeared in a mist of shadows, “You wanna go?” She threatened, glaring up at the ghoul that was so much taller than she was. Hub spoke up, “No need to get so riled up!” he said, hurrying towards them. Alyssa glared at Hub and saw the desperate look in his eyes, she then glared up at Stash, who was glaring back down at her. She dropped the sword, “Fine.” She grumbled, the sword dissipating mid-air. Stash walked towards Hub, “Little b***h.” He mumbled. Alyssa picked up the big, red book and threw it at Stash, which hit him in the back of the head. Alyssa then ran away.
