Chapter 38
"How would it work?" Alice asked, her voice quiet.
The four shots of liquor she drank had seemingly dissipated to nothing as she'd stared at the screen. Perhaps it was because of the home life she'd come from, or maybe it was the simple fact that if the doctor's daughter and the chief's daughter hadn't befriended then her she'd be a virtual outcast in the school, but whatever it was, the idea of sending a message was appealing.
"We'll have to get the supplies and then be set up come eleven in the morning next Friday. The one organizing this is also talking about taking guns with his friend to their school, but that seems difficult to accomplish and excessive to me. If a few well placed bombs can't get the point across, then nothing else will."
"But how will we protect ourselves?" Alice specified.
"You could skip I suppose, but I, for one, am not afraid to be a true part of a worthy cause."
"Martyrdom only works if the cause makes sense," Rosalie grumbled.
"Who says it doesn't? Which of us hasn't been mistreated by the school system, by fellow students, or by the teachers?"
Alice hated to admit, even to herself, how much sense Lauren was making.