"Jon, Mikey, Zoe....why aren't you in school?" an authoritative female voice said. They all turned. It was Wendy, the barista...dressed in a blouse and a pair of slacks, looking rather business professional...her uniform and nametag gone.
"Can't you fucking control them?" Linda asked, picking herself up. With none of her original lifestyle left, she felt even less concern about them than before.
Wendy looked at Linda sternly. "How I control them is none of your business...why don't you leave before I call the manager? You should be ashamed...picking fights with a bunch of kids."
The three Goths grumbled and ultimately, Wendy's stern manner induced them to leave.
She turned to the three Madisons. "Now...let's get you three to school where you belong."
