Bijou sat in the confessional while hugging her legs. She looked both sad and angry. She wanted to run straight to the cabin to dry off from the pouring rain, but she needed to blow off some steam, so she came to the confessional instead. If she had any eyeliner left after her things got stolen, it would be a hot mess.
"I can't BELIEVE that guy!!," she shouted, water dripping from her hair. "I actually felt BAD the minute I slapped him. With his own fish!! But then he turns around and plays it off like some kind of real-life Gary Stu?? Are you kidding me? He's CRAZY!!"
She threw her hands into the air incredulously, letting out a frustrated groan.
"AND HE MESSED UP MY HAIR!! That pseudo-pirate GAVE ME A NOOGIE. What are we, 12? I do not like to be touched," she said while holding herself again. "That boy has crossed a line!!"